Very dangerous, and nowhere more so than at her side.

The teeth she flashes him are white, dazzling, and blunt. Not even a hint of fang in the lot.

Dawn is some scarce couple of hours away, and her car is in the nearest parking area in case a quick getaway is ever needed. With Jekyll, though, she takes her sweet time walking past rows and rows of neat gardens. Her hands clasp harmlessly away, buried in her skirt. Deep inhales remind her of what there is to lose if she jeopardizes this paradise. The internal wrangling hasn't subsided when they arrive at the nondescript (borrowed) vehicle.

She hesitates.