Apparently vampires could get shock too-shocking. She mumbled a thank you as he carried her to the house. Being a dead, cold thing she was already slightly warmed by his body heat. Though, hearing his heart beat from being so close was a bit of a pesky problem that required her not to think about it. She tracked when her last drink was, she didn't need it now but she was sure she'd get hungry by the end of the next night. 

As she was introduced to the house, and had a look around, she became more convinced that this place was not the the best for her..in fact it may become a pain to try and live here. Her mind wrapped about there being no blood for her, and she quickly registered him as the only source of blood, but she pushed the thought away with a bit of irritation at herself. "I see..." she said quietly as she followed him, "So when i said take me home... it was irony." 

It was no longer just a farm, yes, that much was was clear. She took a long sweeping look at her surroundings again, "no...it's not...." she confirmed, going over and touching one of the guns, her fingers sweeping over it. "...it's a training ground....for my execution..." she said, as if she was calmly looking into a dream. 

The day is coming, she told herself, but she said nothing outloud to him. 

Her eyes fell on a space stake, and she hesitated slightly, but she picked it up and looked at it to. How funny it was, that she was so weak to a piece of wood. her amusement must have effected her, because she smiled slightly.