The faerie girl was, quite frankly, not sure what to think when it came to the woman that stood in front of her. She was not oblivious to the fact that the woman was coated in blood, that alone enough for Samantha to keep her distance. Still, the fact that the woman had the audacity to laugh at her only made her pause, rather bothered by being mocked as opposed to the potential danger that the woman was. No, it was that she was quite literally doubled over with laughter that caused the fae queen to scowl, her arms crossing over her chest in a quite literal display of waiting for her to be done. It was only at the woman's mention of her name did Samantha tense, ready to bolt if the need be. That someone knew her name was unnerving, the girl convinced she was completely unnoteworthy, even considering her title. Shaking her head, she sighed. "I'm just a girl," She commented, completely unaware that in the supernatural community, she was anything but. To herself, she was a girl with two people who considered her a queen.

She was hardly given time to dwell on this, instead the girl getting nearly overwhelmed with the sadness... no, despair? that overtook the woman in front of her. "Are you alright?" She asked again, this time the sincerity of the question dripping into her voice. Samantha was, by far, too kind. There was not a person Samantha met that she didn't like, the girl's empathetic abilities making it difficult to not treat every person kindly. It was hard to perceive the woman in front of her as a threat when she felt such genuine emotions â€" even if the woman was covered in blood. Still, it seemed as though she was not given any answers, the woman in front of her correcting herself to the shortened version of Sam's name, though not offering her own.

She could tell, immediately, that the girl reacted to the way that Samantha shuddered at the thought of her kidnappers. It pained the faerie to think of them, much less speak their names. But she had to know. She had to question whether or not this woman was working for them. She could feel the woman questioning the names to herself, just as she could feel the sincerity the woman displayed as she spoke, assuring Samantha that she hadn't heard of them. It was immediate, then, that Samantha relaxed, stepping forward and closer to the girl. Though she didn't make an effort to touch her, instead very nearly brushing past her as she made a motion to continue down the street. She paused just briefly, motioning for the woman to follow her.

"I had to make sure you were safe," She replied, giving her a genuine smile. And that was just Samantha, convinced that no one would harm her except those working for the women she had just described. With that out of the way, she was content to offer kindness to the woman at her side. She was happy, then, when she fell into step beside her. "I'm on my way home from work," She admitted, reaching up to push her hair out of her face. "And you look like you could benefit from a shower and a fresh pair of clothes. Come along then, I'll cook you breakfast and offer you a safe place to sleep." She flashed a smile to the woman beside her. "All I need to know is your name."

With that settled, the woman wasted no time in stepping forward and on the path to her own home. The girl remained relatively silent as they walked, content to walk in the peaceful quiet the late night â€" or should she say early morning â€" offered her. It was only when they reached Samantha's apartment building did she pause on the threshold, the first bit of nervousness coming from the girl. "I should warn you... and he's likely sleeping right now... my... roommate..." She reached up, running a hand through her long blonde hair sheepishly. "He's a bit odd. He's genuinely a king. Of Naples. He's 500 years old, and he thinks everyone is a servant. Just... don't hurt him. He's a pain, but I'm awfully fond of him." At that, she gave a nod, continuing into the apartment building. She led her up the stairs, pausing only long enough to unlock the door before she led the woman into the industrial apartment and straight into the kitchen.

"Now, you can shower in a bit, but I'm making you some tea."