Sara: He's clean?

Bubbe: Mmm?  Yes, as safe as he can be...

[[Jersey jestures with the amulet-box, which now looks like a top-hatted eyeball]]

Jersey: He just found someone else's hole from the old country and followed in through.

Pria: So we can trust him?

[[Vlad resumes drinking from his blood-bowl]]

Jersey: No way!  He wants to suck your blood!  
Jersey: But he's scared of Bubbe, so year, your neck's safe while she's around, and he'll do what ya' tell him.

Pria: Well then, I reckon we're ready for our road trip.