Then Judy will sit alone with her thoughts and try not to fall too far into a pit of despair.  Eventually she thinks to start quietly singing with the noise of the machines serving as a metronome and muffler, and more eventually than that her load is done drying and she can fold things and return upstairs.

The next few days pass similarly to that one, with Judy spending most of her time at the library and continuing to heal off starvation rather than run down any more resources than she absolutely absolutely has to.  This leaves her feeling kind of nebulously, undefinably off - or maybe it's that she still isn't sleeping well, or just the horror of being trapped away from her entire world - but in any case it's not in a way that makes her a worse houseguest so it's fine.

Millie seems perfectly willing to have her as a guest indefinitely and does occasionally offer her food, and ask questions about vampires and Judy's grand plans to change the world.

Vampires are thus and such with these abilities and these creepy side effects that she has to be careful to avoid and also some features that Judy is really evasive about for reasons of perceived safety and/or her personal baggage.  Her plans back home involved a lot of gaining social status (and money) in an attempt to earn the esteem of other vampires, who she seems to think are mostly rich jerks, so that she could set up some sort of regulation for who can get turned and maybe even make vampires go extinct before they take over the world or something?  But here she mostly wants to focus on healing in at least the medium term.

She doesn't make much progress on getting hired at a hospital, though, before the next time she timidly asks Millie for some blood.

"Oh yeah - sure, let me, uh, get some juice and cookies like it's the Red Cross, huh?" She rummages in cupboards, pours herself cranberry juice and adds something in. Pulls out a package of Milanos.

"Good idea."  And - numb squeeze slice set drip wash heal, that's all still good?

Millie chugs the juice first, and shuts her eyes when she holds out her arm rather than watch.

Valid; unsurprising.

Drink.

Wow.

" - You're like, one of the prettiest people I've ever interacted with on a regular basis, you know that?  Like obviously celebrities exist and stuff but like for just people you see around in real life - before it was this girl at my school, Raquel, but I think you beat her out actually; do you have, like, makeup tips, or?"

(Three years ago Judy realized that she could just actually say out loud all the nice things she happens to think about people (or at least girls, who aren't going to take it the wrong way), and now the world is a very slightly better place than it was before she developed this habit.)

Millie smiles, eyes still shut. "I go hard on the eyeliner. And moisturizer."

"Well.  It really works for you."

"Thank you." She prods at her arm, finds it undamaged, opens her eyes. "Not that you need it," she beams.

"Aw thanks!  You have to change your face a little to become a vampire and I think it kind of suits me less maybe but it's probably like objectively prettier than how I was before."

"You had to change your face? Oh... I wonder what you looked like before..." Millie reaches tentatively for Judy's cheek.

"I have pictures!"  Judy turns obliviously away from Millie's hand to fish her phone (which she picked up a working charger for yesterday) out of her pocket.  She scrolls back through her photo reel until she reaches the ones from when her face was, in more than one sense, less pointy.  It takes a while after that to find any adequate to show Millie but aha, here's some from last year's winter dance; she likes how her hair looks in these.

"Huh, yeah, I can see the difference but it's not that pronounced..."

"Yeah, I didn't have to like uproot my life or anything so people wouldn't find out."  She gets kind of distracted just grinning at Millie for a moment.  " - What's your life like; I just realized that I know basically nothing about you except like what your job is - what's your story how's your family like; favorite color movie book song food all that stuff - "

Millie smiles at her. "I have a mom and two sisters and a grandma, no dads in the picture, couple uncles come around Christmas. Burgundy, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Color Purple, Halo, linguine with clams."

"Wow."  Don't say 'I want to know everything about you' you can't just say that to people.  "We should like - if I'm going to be around here for a while we should get to know each other better.  - You're so nice for letting me be around here for a while; I know I said that before but I really really mean it, it means a lot.  You're really nice."

"It's no trouble, I really like having you around! Do you want to, like, go out, have dinner -"

"I don't want to be - " starts Judy on inertia.  But she was just saying how nice Millie is and she did mean it, and probably people as nice as that aren't just going to get fed up with her one day and kick her out with no warning once she hits some invisible threshold of resource use.  ". . . Only if you're very sure."

"I mean, I don't have the budget for a five-star meal with a, a soup course," laughs Millie, "but we can go get Italian?"

Oh wow that's such a lovely laugh.  - She should say so.  "You have a really nice laugh.  Um, Italian sounds great if you happen to feel like it?"

"I do actually!" She grins, kind of bumps her shoulder against Judy's, and goes to collect her purse and shoes.

The shoulder bump is weirdly nice; she probably hasn't been getting enough human contact here.  Or since leaving for college, even.  - Yes, right, shoes.