All other responses died at the word 'vampire.' She'd felt something strange when first encountering the man, but hadn't quite been able to figure out what. He didn't feel like Diva, for instance, or the great vampires, but there was still that sense of wrong about him and the TARDIS stiffened, shifting through expressions and faces in utter disgust.

"I do not care about your master," she snapped back. "And I can because I have. Vampires do not deserve to live."