Root can understand that bitterness, at least to a certain extent. She's such a capable assassin because when she takes on a role she embodies it fully, and so few people imagine a thin pretty woman is capable of violence. She's made her peace with it, though, by owning it entirely, using it mercilessly to her advantage.

"We can use that," she assures her eagerly. "If you're stuck with it, we should take advantage of it. I have so many ideas."

She really does. Root doesn't know how this will pan out -- she's not banking on anything, not truly tying her hopes to anything -- but it sure sounds like it'll be fun.

After dinner (during which Root did indeed describe her sushi, less salaciously and more thoughtfully) they exit the restaurant and stand on the sidewalk in an odd version of post-date standing around while they wordlessly assess what to do next. Root makes a snap decision to part ways because she is now itching to do a ton of hacking to see what she can find about the existence of vampires. How could she have missed this before? What's going on there?

"What's your preferred contact method? Normally I'd say I'll find you, but I don't know if vampires use email."

She's adjusted fast, that's for sure.