As soon as Sansa discovered herself letting out a sigh of relief she wondered what exactly she feared was going to happen from asking that question. It was an innocent enough question to ask and really the worst that could happen was that the vampire said no, and they both went on their ways. It wasn't as if the woman was going to attack her in broad daylight for asking a question, and really Sansa wondered if she really should be still assuming that creatures were going to attack her ever. If her and Stark thought differently about things, and even Bryce - for all the pain he had caused her - had also thought differently as a child, then really shouldn't she maybe start thinking that her father had been lying to her all those years?
Really that was a question that she was going to have to answer another time and in another place, but still when the other woman gave her both an affirmative to her question and an invitation to sit down, Sansa felt relief anyway. Smoothing out her hair, she cautiously sat down, murmuring a soft, "Thank you." As she did so. After all it wouldn't hurt to be polite. "I guess... I asked because I was curious. He doesn't often... make friends."
Nearly as soon as she sat down a waiter appeared to ask her if she wanted anything. Sansa had to surpress a grin, wondering the vampire across from her had been driving him nuts without ordering. Seeing as how her stomach was still growling at her and her condition did not stop her from eating, Sansa gave a small smile and ordered the first thing that she saw on the menu. She figured it would likely be healthier to eat something other than ice cream, at least just this once.
When that was done she turned her attention back to the vampire she was sitting across from her, a curious feeling bubbling in her stomach as she casually appraised what she could from their conversation. She seemed nice enough, given that she hadn't told a complete stranger to scram yet, and she certainly was pretty (Though hadn't Stark said that's what happened to Vampires? Of course he had just been attempting to convince her that she didn't find him attractive which was impossible anyway). Together these things should make Sansa pleased to be speaking to her but something about all of it was just... not making her so.
"Oh well..." Sansa frowned. What exactly was she to Stark? Certainly by now they could be called friends, however that word did not really feel satisfying in Sansa's mouth. That could be because she was the one that wished there was more to it than that, but still she didn't think so. Even if they weren't going to ever be romantic, Sansa still felt like they were more than friends, "We live together so... I guess that would make us friends of some sort wouldn't it? Though I think he'd take in any stray off the street, which I guess I kind of was," she gave an awkward laugh at her own poorly made joke, "so maybe I'm just... a room mate to him. I don't know."
[OOC: don't worry about it hun! It's totally fine!]