[ Wanda might pick up on more than just anger or sadness, even in the brief flash. There's a sense of betrayal there too, and abandonment. This fight with Sam hits deep, deep insecurities, places wrapped in all of the trauma she's already lived through. But on the surface, none of it is reflected on her face or in her mannerisms.

The inn Julie guides them to is one of the nicest in the square, surrounded by the more expensive shops and cafes. The vampire behind the clerk's desk greets them with a polite smile, and one of the vampire bellboys approaches to collect Julie's many bags, to carry them upstairs. ]

I never been to one quite this formal, but when I lived in Vegas, we used to dress up every night. It was really fun.

[ Assuming one enjoys the process of getting glam, which Julie does. The room they eventually enter is large, and one corner is dominated by bags and boxes of things she has accumulated so far. The wardrobe is open, several glittering dresses visible hanging within. A variety of cosmetic products are spread across the vanity.

A hand-sized white bunny with black-ringed eyes -- and wings -- flutter-hops toward Julie, who plucks it out of the air and holds it to her chest. She murmurs to it before holding it out toward Wanda to take. ] Hi honey. We'll go walk soon. Here, take 'im for a sec.

[ She goes back into her purse to produce a coin for the bellhop. ]