Vhalla is hesitant to follow Sam up the stairs but the wariness finally leaves her body and her hesitation was merely from the feeling of being an intruder. There is a momentarily battle with herself as she glances at the door, she should leave, but Vhal has a hard time encouraging her body to move in that direction yet she finds herself moving slowly, but surely after the faerie towards the stairs. Pausing, as Sam does, she listens to the explanation of the type of metals in her home and she simply nods in acknowledgment, not certain as to what to say. She was certain in one thing though, that if she were to lose control, this apartment would be burned down in a matter of seconds. It was a fear she always felt when entering another household, whereas her warehouse was entirely fire proof, curtesy of her master.

Following Sam up the metal stairs, she keeps several feet behind her so as not to step on her heels and when the faerie speaks again it causes her to falter in her steps slightly when she lists off her boyfriend's name. Though she had never learned his name curiosity bubbles up within her as she racks her brain from the memory only a few short nights ago. She had met Raven and then a stranger had wandered up during their conversation that had held obvious authority. Perhaps that was Aiden? She wonders briefly before asking, "He wouldn't happen to be the tall, dark and indifferent man that prowls through the Ark, would he?" she asks recalling those glowing green eyes.

Letting Sam lead her into her room, she stands at the door silently as she watches the woman rummage through her closet to withdraw a t-shirt and yoga pants. It was then a sudden realization that she was actually making herself comfortable in this stranger's house that hit her so hard she would have staggered yet she was rather good at schooling her features in a neutral position even though she knew Sam could feel what she was feeling. Exhaling a breath, she had been holding, she crosses her arms, unsure as to what to do. Moving slightly so Sam could get through her door and lead her to the bathroom, she had a vision of a puppy following its master.

It was that thought that sent a small smile flitting across her face but Vhal continued to wander after the woman. Taking the clothing that Sam had given her and accepting the large towel and watching almost dumbly as Sam turned the shower on for her. Giving a slight nod and a small smile towards the faerie Vhal watches her exit the bathroom, she sets the clothing down on the toilet and closes the door, locking it out of habit and turning towards the mirror. Seeing herself in the light she couldn't understand why Sam didn't run in terror from her. Her white hair was splattered red with blood, flecks of it dotting her face, dark circles beneath her eyes, she looked nothing more than a thug that ran through the streets. Then again, that's basically what she was in modern day terms.

Scowling at herself in the mirror, she grips the edge of the counter with such a force Vhal was certain she might have broken the sink if she hadn't released it. Counting backwards from ten, she lets the anger slip away until her breathing returned to normal. Turning away from her reflection, disgusted by what she saw, Vhal reaches for her braid and begins the long process of untangling her hair until it is a flowing mess billowing around her. Reaching back to undo the mass amounts of zippers and clasps, she reaches down and unlaces her boots, slipping them off, then her gloves and the rest of her body suit piling on the floor in a heap.

Catching a glimpse of her scars out of the corner of her eyes in the mirror, she stiffens and swiftly turns away from her ruined back and steps into the shower. It is hot but Vhalla doesn't mind the burning sensation, there was rarely anything hot enough to actually burn the witch given her affinity. It came in handy at times, yet there were other times where she realized how much she didn't know about her power. Brushing the thought away she quickly rinsed her hair and scrubbed her body clean of blood, watching the water run red around her feet. Averting her gaze, she reached for the shampoo and condition to quickly lather her hair and remove the stains from it.

Finishing quickly, she turned off the shower, stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel. Drying herself off, she semi dries her hair with the towel and slips the borrowed clothing on. Picking up her dirtied clothing, she folds it neatly and places it over and arm, hanging the towel on a hook and reaches down to pick up her shoes, realizing they were a mess. Cringing inwardly, Vhal was careful with them as she exited the bathroom and wandered down the hall to Sam's room, her hair dripping in her wake. It was going to be a nightmare to brush her bottom length hair, given that she wasn't about to ask to borrow a brush, Sam was already offering her far too much.

Standing in the doorway, she hesitates, unsure if she should enter so Vhalla knocks on the wall outside of the open door and peers in, "Thank you for letting me borrow your shower, I used your shampoo, I hope that was okay," she offers a weak smile as she awkwardly stands there. Vhalla was then self-conscious, she hadn't worn anything this comfortable in years, most of the time when she retired to bed it was always with a simple shirt or naked because of her master. Needless to say, the assassin was slightly uncomfortable and uncertain as to what to do. This was new territory for her and Vhal simply did not know how to act.