The casual thought of death saddened Blythe a little. Not for herself, she actually felt sorry for Diablo. The young woman couldn't imagine living that way... Measuring the lives of one's friends and waiting for them to grow old and die while you still remained. Turning her head away from him, she made sure there was nothing in her expression that could give away her thoughts.

A sigh of relief escaped Blythe for the brief respite offered to her by his need to make the arrangements for the car. She had nodded absentmindedly, trying to push away the pity she felt. "Yeah, more then ready! Lead the way, I can't wait to see what the place looks like." Blythe also wanted to think of anything but her imagination running wild.