Vex wasn't actually worried, though he might have been a bit disturbed if she had licked her own blood thankfully that scenario had been avoided. "Stressed out?" He joked, lightly though there was an edge of bitterness to it. "What's there to possibly be stressed out about? We've only been thrust into what's apparently the last stand for all life in the universe. Universes. Universii?"

He mused to himself on the phrasing as he went to the counter where a derelict cash register sat. He hopped up onto it, made himself comfortable with his wine beside him, then leaned over to see if there was any money in the tray. Not that it would do him any good, this was clearly not going to be a currency-based economy for a long while.

"I think adding caffeine to the mix of nerves and adrenaline is a perfect idea, darling." No, it wasn't, but who was he to judge? Here he was taking another chug of bad wine. "So, San Francisco, not gay. But also with a name that was practically tailor made for a lesbian, alright. I'll buy it. Why not. Now, tell me you have the ultimate powers to make sure all the beasties will stay away from us and I'll be your absolute bestie."