He was following, and there really wasn't anything about his body language that suggested hostility or defensiveness. But still, she debated how much she wanted to divulge.
"So I cut ties with my sire, and Eventide, since joining their group was something Carmen wanted more than me, and since I'm not with Carmen anymore... What's the point?" She tipped her glass a little, watching as the whiskey sloshed around before refocusing on Rian. "And, well– here I am, vampire in diapers trying to teach someone else how to vampire. But we manage, and things go relatively well minus a few bumps on the road, but that's to be expected, right?"
She'd take a sip then, toying with the notion of downing the whole thing right then and there.
"Except one night they don't, and my friend bloodlusts and nearly kills some unfortunate homeless guy—straight out guts him—and he's bleeding everywhere, and I—" she cleared her throat, blinking as if that'd spare her the sting in her fucking eyes. "I put him out of his misery, because the one who turned me had never let me in on the healing properties of vampire blood."
She sighed, feeling the beginnings of a headache brewing.
"That night is a fucking nightmare and the cleanup is a damn mess. Police start sniffing around, and here I am, trying to figure out what to do short of leaving the state and never coming back, and— well." She took another sip. "Some asshole decides to mindfuck me to never cause Eventide harm? Just out of the fucking blue. Except I've no idea who said asshole is to this day, since they decided to but a rotten cunt on top of everything else and memory wiped me, too."
She placed her glass back on Rian's desk.
"And that concludes my lovely introduction to undeath, after which I cut my losses, packed my stuff, and left."