Angela swung the car door open and got out of the car, but not before she had grabbed her purse and took a small handgun out of the glovebox. Anxiously, she followed her gentleman friend, and left her 2007 Saab behind. Frequently, she peeked at the building tops behind them for any new smoke or lights. "Brilliant, Bouwe!" She exclaimed softly as he picked a lock. His experience certainly was useful. Perhaps half of a vampire's power simply was knowledge. 

Keeping close, she followed behind him. "What is this place? Does someone live here? You know we can't just go trespassing in the South. Someone could shoot us..." It was dark, and Bouwe was in front of her, impairing her view of the room they entered. It sounded quiet. Was this a basement? A warehouse? Either way, stone walls were fairly protective. Angela had to stop to calm herself. "Bouwe..." She wanted his attention, to see his confidence. "I'm kind of scared."