Once upon a time, the Asian girl might have taken up the prospect of self-defense classes with some hint of gusto. Once, she might have had the confidence in herself to believe that she was somehow capable of saving herself. Her transformation into a member of the undead, however, had all but decimated any shred of belief she'd had in her own abilities. This kidnapping yet another veritable blow to the girl's already fragile self-esteem to the point that she much preferred to merely hide away from the world at large. Her agreement to that magical artifact prompted a nod from the man at her side as he declared he 'knew some people'. Somehow, that hardly surprised her. Damon seemed to know everything, as far as she was concerned. The man so fearlessly walked that line behind light and darkness. She might have pretended not to see it but she knew far more of his nature than she let on - those flashes of colors that danced across his own aura giving away the very character of the presently gentleman. The chocolate of her irises fluttered upwards towards the grin upon his features and weakly, Chizue made an effort to return that smile. Any effort she made to acquire that artifact for herself, however, was quickly turned down as Damon firmly shook his head. His assurance that he both knew what he was looking for and that it was hardly a bother was enough for Chizue to admit defeat. "Okay." She murmured softly as her darkly hued gaze turned towards the sidewalk.

It hardly took much longer, however, before that quaint little dinner came into view. The sound of Damon's voice drew her attention upwards and slowly her head nodded in a glimpse of understanding. Admittedly, she still found herself almost holding her breath all the same as they stepped into the dinner. Silently, Chizue's gaze traced over the inhabitants of the quiet dinner. She could hardly deny that Damon was right - it was quite a peaceful little restaurant. Her eyes drifted towards the dark blue hue of exhaustion that surrounded the half-asleep truck driver to the quiet determination of the off duty nurse. She eyed the waitress at the far end of the booth who held the hue of that hint of hopelessness that was Chizue's constant companion of late. Finally, it was the quiet elderly couple that caught her gaze and gingerly she reached out to tug upon Damon's sleeve. The girl leaned upward to whisper quietly within his ear. "Them." She gestured slightly towards the elderly couple and though it was the man she was after, the idea of them together was somehow...concerning for her to approach alone.