[ At the word "potions," she tilts her head, curious. Potions. It's an odd word. Not drinks, not poisons, not anything else. Potions connotes Bonnie, witches, magic. But maybe this boy is just old fashioned.

He looks at her with that quiet intensity, saying things that seem true, and she decides that she can't keep half-fighting him on this. Explaining herself is too much, even when they're trapped. Is that selfish? Is it smart?

He doesn't appear like he'll step down, regardless, which isn't a bad thing. ]

Okay, I'll let you play hero. [ She moves closer, placing the bottle back in its original formation. Then, her gaze shifts to him, pointed, and she lifts her chin, challenging. ] But if you start dying or whatever, you have to let me help you. No matter how weird the help seems.

[ aka vampire blood has healing powers, so if his symptoms are severe, she'll shove it down his throat (ง︡'-'︠)ง
but, hey, at least you only become a vampire if you die with it in your system okok ]