What the hell is the girl going on about? Joscelin is beginning to deeply regret his decision to help her. She's obviously strung out on something more than human blood, and she's babbling at him like he's just become her new best friend. God's wounds. This is going to be a long night.

Unless he just kills her and is done with it, but Jean-Claude wouldn't like that--and he left his stake at home.

"Look--" he cuts her off, trying to stem the flow of words "--just...just come with me. Yes, I know Jean-Claude, but we need to get you cleaned up first. You smell." He sees no reason to be tactful about it. "Then I will introduce you to him and you two can go off and be French together to your heart's content."