She stood in Jack's arms, trembling lightly. Her face was buried in her bullet proof vest. She didn't dare cry though. It was bad enough she was sure she reeked of fear.
As the vampire was dragged away, she had at least some sense to push Jack away from her - though that was hardly what made sense in the moment. She needed space though. And she needed not to be touched. The echo of the vampire's voice echoed in her mind - "He wants to fuck you."
She kept Jack at arm's length, her gloved palms pressed against the Kevlar of his vest as she looked down, blindly, at his belly. "Look, I just... Please don't touch me right now."
She collected herself as she heard the clink of metal cuffs click around the vampire's wrists. He groaned in pain. They were likely silver, huh... Even though they'd given him a change of clothes, he still looked worse for wear. Maye he needed more blood.
Why was she even worrying about this asshole?! He'd just... He hadn't hurt her. He'd just frightened her. He hadn't really threatened her, had he... He'd just emphasized that he needed to listen to her.
After the guards had closed the glass again, she found herself crouching in front of it, watching him. His head lolled on his shoulders and he did sound like he was in pain. Her fingertips pressed to the glass as she watched him, not exactly caring what was going on behind her or around her, her attention solely on the vampire in front of her.