Garnet blinks, unsure how to even proceed here. Why is this woman so upset? Just a few minutes ago they’d been fighting, and now she’s just a sobbing mess on her living room floor. Weren’t vampires supposed to be… glad to be vampires? The sight invokes enough empathy, however, that she removes her foot from the woman’s back. She’s fairly certain now that she won’t try anything, or at least that she wouldn’t be able to be sneaky about it.

She doesn’t fail to notice that her first demand was glossed over, but it’s not like she can’t come back to it. If this woman will readily admit to being a vampire, maybe it will be easier to get her to talk about that, if she can manage to talk anymore at all. And if she’s honest with herself, Garnet really does want to know more. Maybe further questioning along these lines will also help her decide what to do, because at the moment she isn’t sure what her plans are for when this is over. Let her go, to allow her to attack someone else? Find a way to kill her, despite how uneasy the thought is starting to make her feel? Keep her as some sort of weird prisoner to avoid having to actually choose between the two?

“Are you actually starved?" is Garnet's next question, hoping the answer to that will lead to something.