Watching the movements of her sire, Rae begins to tread carefully behind Eve. When it is declared to be safe, Rae relaxes somewhat, but Eve can still see the fear in her eyes as she turns to regard her. Those same eyes then glaze over as flashes of blurry imagery fill Rae's mind, jumbled scraps of foresight whispered to her in the void of vampiric sleep. Dark blood dances across stone as claw and teeth are met with bone. The light of the pyre twirls higher, casting shadow upon ruined empires. As the grip of the master finds a throat, rest easy in the blood of the tragic scapegoat. The words ringing in her ears, Rae looks towards the exit to the Bodleian, then back to Eve. She's never sure if she's the one saying the words that come to her, or if they remain quietly within her. "...I believe that we should be safe for the remainder of this evening." Her voice shaking initially, she finishes the statement with confidence.