After De Winters took her seat, Anrah made her way to her own between William and Angel. She did her best to ignore the argument between the tow older vampires. She knew that she would be in no condition to get in between the elder, stronger, and more experienced ones in the room. She took her own own cup and filled it with blood from the bowl labeled O-, oddly drawn to the scent coming from that bowl in particular. She turned her head to Angel as she took a sip and frowned at the other girl's obvious dilemma. She took the other girl's cup and filled it with blood from another bowl that was still full, and pushed it over to her.

"It's better than dying...again." She mentioned as she took a sip of her own drink. "They're already dead so it's not like we could help them if we wanted to. Might as well save ourselves." she whispered over the lip of her cup.