[ Despite asking him, Vanessa hasn't any real idea how she's going to manage if she has to stay long enough to worry about that. She can stay awake while fasting for days, but her energy is already waning. More quickly than it should. Now she fears that if she stops for too long, she may close her eyes and never again open them.

Or cast her sight somewhere even worse. ]

...I've already considered an arrangement.

[ Even vagrancy is preferable to whatever false comforts the Devil has to tempt with, but it isn't something to brag about, nor is she eager for anyone to really know what she's up to in her 'free' time. So long as she knows how to contact him, then this should still find some measure of success. It's frustrating that she needs to seek out help like this under the guise of offering her own, but she has had her claws clipped off. She should be glad she found something approaching a kindred soul.

Standing, Vanessa gathers her belongings. She feels faint, and she'd rather not be around anyone else if she should suddenly get dizzy. A short time alone should steady her nerves again. ]

To that matter, I have other considerations I need to pursue before the hour becomes late. This has been an enlightening interaction, Mr. Rammsteiner.

[ Before she heads for the door, though, there's a pause to Vanessa's step. Something compels her shoulders to slacken a bit, and a strange softness carries the haunted gaze cast over one shoulder—something overcast with pain and yet refusing to crack too deeply. That same something speaks through her. ]

...It's a beautiful color, isn't it?

[ The barest smile is offered before she turns away, not waiting for a response. ]