"It's not your fault, honey, I swear. It's just like a drug," she says, making her tone as reassuring as possible--right now he's bewildered, once he sinks into the trip...she doesn't know how he'll be. It's dangerous enough to have something like that in your system when you're mortal and may only have a few instincts to control, dominate, destroy--but for a vampire?

That's why she picks up the communicator, cradling it to her ear and calling Ivan.

"Hi, I realize I am probably the last person you expected to be calling you, but I really need your help."