And you're running out of places to be where they won't find you.

[ That's...terrifying. Constantly running, never knowing if the Institute will be right over your shoulder... She doesn't envy that kind of life. She doesn't know how bad that can be - even the Camarilla looks out for her in some small way - and doesn't want to. Deacon hasn't had it easy. ]

Are there a lot of you? Will they be okay while you're here?