Mithias listened to Kathryn very carefully, paying attention to the details of weapon locations, camera locations, but also to her expressions and voice. The only way he could tell if he was being lied to was by consciously reading people. She could have been a decoy, a ploy, a game, sent by Deon to distract him, to lead him into consequence, which might include torture or execution, but she didn't come off to be acting a part. 

Admittedly, Mithias was tired, but the girl seemed innocent. Her anxiety and emotion were sincere. He watched the way her thick brown hair moved when she talked as he considered the options. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but had an aire of strength and bravery about her that shone from within. She looked like one of those girls who would have been a best friend in childhood, who was always escaping her parents and going off to do some game with the boys, and who always knew where there were good apples to steal. He believed she wanted to help, but her impetuous nature was far too human. It couldn't have been too long for her since her turning. Her mortal family was probably still alive...

"An immortal life is a terrible thing to waste." Began the bound vampire. Mithias exhaled a long breath and blinked at her from under his fuzzy brows. "Even more terrible for one such as you, to die so young." His eyes showed honest concern. Truthfully, Mithias didn't like to be rushed, as it caused too much risk. More than half the reason he had survived the Nightwars, and the centuries prior, was because of his caution. He didn't have the powers of the oldbloods he was facing, therefore, planning was critical, and allies key. Of course, as of yet he didn't know if this girl had any knowledge of the past at all. She might not even have known who he was. 

Regardless, he would attempt to reason with her. "It is a mortal's folly to rush headlong into battle, accepting an inevitable death only earlier than it would otherwise have come. But a vampire is not meant to die, not ever. So much more is lost with their destruction." Not to say a human life was worthless, they just didn't have the kind of time a vampire had. "Deon Erickson hasn't killed me yet, so I believe he won't unless he has reason to. Let us be patient. Calm yourself. A better opportunity for escape will come, and you will thank me for talking you down tonight." The blood had helped clear his thoughts somewhat. 

Nonetheless, the girl still seemed anxious, apparently debating on dragging him out, bloody stumps and all. "Let it pass." Mithias encouraged. "If anything were to happen, anything... Neither I nor you would fair well at all. It is not worth the risk!" Settling, Mithias gave a show of calmness. "I am no less eager than you to remove myself from Deon's mercy, but now is not the time. Since we have a few moments, why not sit, and talk with me? ... Who are you, and why would you help Mithias Varomere?"