[in some capacity she feels as if getting him to facepalm is a win, but the shift in conversational topic is enough to keep her from feeling totally satisfied by that tiny victory.]

You think? [she frowns, expression caught between something bitter and defiant.] There's no fucking point in preserving the mundane. I'm not gonna play it safe just so everyone's got an easier time of getting that embalming fluid into me.

[she still wants to live...or at least, she believes that's still the truth. but would death honestly be such a horrible consolation prize? losing her life so early in the journey to vampirehood would mean that Edith had been deprived of her little solider. there was some hollow contentment to be felt in that.

she tilts her head to the side then, watching Yuri with dark eyes.]

And what about you? Jumping in to help a slaphappy shithead's not exactly model self-preservation, you know.