Ribs make taking a vampire out with a spear harder than it looks. [ Shrugging as if she still believes this is a perfectly normal conversation. ]

Amenable? [ A burst of light laughter spills past her lips. A rare sound from Scarlett, especially because it holds real amusement. ] Nahh, they're ah. A little more kill first, ask questions later where I'm from.

[ She considers leaving it there, letting him take what he will from that but Eliot has thus far managed to be somebody she deems... not hateable? (From Scarlett that's like she's already working on his friendship bracelet.) ]

Vampire apocalypse. Has a way of stripping bloodsuckers of any pretenses.