She feigned upsetness at him for even daring to mention her needing to learn technology. She was still pretty sure that she knew enough to get by. She smiled gently at him though, let him say what he wants. It wouldn't hurt to learn a new skill, as long as she had a good teacher. '

"Hunters back then...weren't too different from today's, I would think. They still had their information sources, they still stayed in their own territories unless something big happened, they still respected each others' targets, for the most part....they still walked around at night with stakes and silver weapons." she shrugged, now more sober as she thought of days long since passed. "your internet is useful, but it is still just a faster form of book seeking and messenger birds....and with all of the fiction out there, some of your sources are unreliable." She glances at him, "perhaps it was easier being a hunter back in those times, most of the literature was either fact or play."

Now even further back into her memories...back to the day she was turned, or what she could remember. She could recall the faces of her family, and their general personalities...but other things have begun to blur for her. She couldn't remember the exact birthdays...or which set of siblings had children...but she did remember those footsteps back home to those people. Her body had felt heavy, but she had ignored it in her desperate attempt to get home and into the arms of her mother. Her father would have been livid. 

Currently, she leaned against the window and stared at where the side-mirror connected to the rest of the car as her memories took over her full attention. She stayed like that a moment longer before other thoughts snuck in. What if she had returned? Her eyes closed as flashes of what she imagined would have been a horrible and bloody attack stormed through her mind. She could imagine the hunger, remembering what it was like to be unable to resist. She also found herself in a personal conflict inside her head, their blood would have been delicious compared to what was around today- at the same time, she found herself feeling slightly sick for entertaining the thoughts of such an event. 

In real life, her eyes were still closed and she was still leaned up against the window. however her mouth was slightly open, revealing her fangs as if she was tempted to bite someone at that moment, and her body curled up slightly (as best as it could in that kind of position) as if she was ill or had a stomach ache.