At least she could get him to talk to her. It calmed her slightly to have him talking to her, not leaving her alone with her thoughts. She was also glad to hear that he already was heating up more blood, though she shared his concern about her being able to contain herself after she was done with the next bit of blood until she could go hunting. She had no idea when that might be, but he was using the window as a threat so the sun had to still be up. She growled to herself in mild frustration, but perked up as she heard his footsteps come closer again before receeding. 

This time when she opened the door, she was met with a cup of blood and despite herself she paused to smile slightly. Like a child wanting hot cocoa right after playing in the snow, her fingers curved around the cup as she held it close. Instead of retreating right away into the bathroom this time, she just sat there in the doorway with her precious mug of warm blood. She eagerly sipped it for a while, and he might be able to see her hand already healing from the sunburn. The combination of talking, getting some blood, and the mug seemed to have calmed her enough that when she now glanced up at Connor -most likely with the gun pointed at her head- though her body still trembled for want of his blood, she had a mug of it to hold and sip from so thoughts of tearing him apart and making him bleed could wait. Another couple sips and she just got up and very slowly -VERY SLOWLY- went and sat in the chair she was occupying before. 

Her eyes hadn't left him, and she was still trembling but at least she wasn't looking at him like a predator...no, now she was just looking at him like someone who had a gun pointed at them but understood why that person was being paranoid. "Talk." she said gently, taking another sip. "it helps."