Taking the bottle of beer from him, she was struck by how odd it felt to hold a cold beverage again. It had been years since she'd had the luxury of alcohol, and longer still since any of it had been cold. Even with Bobby around to make it easy, it had just never seemed important enough to be worth the effort -- that wasted energy might be needed to save them from the next attack, after all.

She took a sip from the bottle and savored the taste of it while she thought over what to say. How much could she tell him without it being too much? What could she get away with hiding from the man who usually knew all her secrets?

"Who am I?" she asked suddenly, meeting those beautiful, demonic eyes that had captured her heart all those years ago. "Here, in this place, who am I?"