The protectiveness that Samantha always seemed to feel towards the faerie man that she lived with only seemed amplified by the way that Vhalla's moods seemed to shift towards utter hostility involving Dorian. Still, she placed herself between the two and offered up a smile for both of them. Neither of them seemed comfortable towards each other, and that alone was enough to put the empath on edge. She hardly wanted Dorian to be hostile towards Vhalla, just as she wanted to insure that her roommate was safe as well. The very act of introducing them was done out of kindness, and Samantha herself squirmed under Vhalla's gaze. It was only the mention of the strange guy who lived with her that caused a frown to mar the fae's features as she turned to her roommate. "That is... that is not what I said... I would... never call you strange." She turned back to Vhalla, the annoyance towards the hostility that the white-haired woman seemed determined to show towards her friend.

There was nothing strategic about the way that the young woman refused to tell anything regarding Vhalla's powers, even though both parties seemed confused by her response. If anything, the very act of denying it was an attempt to protect herself. She didn't want to explain that she had been the cause of it. She didn't want to move backwards towards thinking about the faeries that had harmed her. She was well aware of the way she had been since Frost's visit, and even more so since she'd seen him at the Gala. She jumped at any noise, doubled checked the locks on the doors and windows. She made every effort to make sure she was safe in an almost paranoid nature. But she was also aware of the way that Dorian had noticed her delicacy and how his features had been laced with concern ever since. She was supposed to protect him. Not the other way around.

It was only Dorian's comment that saw the girl's features twist back into a smile, the giggle that escaped her lips nearly girlish. "No, Dori. I'm sorry. Crash means more like... she needed a place to be for a little bit. She's not going to break anything." She assured him, reaching out to touch his arm in an affectionate gesture of reassuring him that he and their apartment would remain safe. She had forgotten in that moment that modern slang went right over his head. Still, it was only seconds before she pulled her hand back and straightened her posture, watching the woman comment once more. This time on Dorian's age.

Samantha herself knew how old Dorian was, only because she'd researched the family he'd come from in an attempt to understand him a bit better. There was much she still didn't understand, and truly she'd assumed the family of the man to have fallen into irrelevance. That Vhalla seemed to recognize his name and know it well enough to comment on his existence was surprising to her, Samantha moving to cross her arms in a gesture that would likely horrify her companion. In fact, it was her nervousness that had her lifting her fingers to her mouth to nibble on her fingernails as the tension in the room seemed to rise.

It was Dorian's mention of her white hair and the only other person he knew with that that caused a shiver to go down Samantha's spine. Frost himself had been nothing but kind to her, but still there was a part of the girl that wished so sincerely that she had never met him. It was him alone that had brought her the knowledge that kept her up at night. She didn't blame him, of course, he'd simply been the messenger. But still, she'd been so much happier not knowing. She'd been so much happier not having to look over her shoulder every two seconds to make sure no one was following her. Instinctively, the girl seemed to hunch her shoulders at the mention of Frost, her fingers pressed further towards her mouth as she chewed on her fingernails. The mention of Frost brought up all of those memories relating to the conversation she'd just been having with Vhal, and having them a second time in one night seemed to nearly break the girl.