There are quite a few decent vampires around here, and she'd be happy to introduce them.

"Yeah," she agrees, and looks down at her clothing. Any smile was swallowed up by a deep frown.

"You're lucky I can fix it quick," she said, and thankful that they were alone in the car, waves her hand over the gross bits of her clothing. Her face screws up in concentration, her eyes shut and brow furrowed; but once she passes her hand across said clothing, it slowly begins to clean.

When she's done, she leans back against the window and exhales.