Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.
He was still hungry, and his hunger won out over his pride. He took it from her hand with a quick snap, so fast she might want to check for lost fingers, then brushed past her into the apartment. More eerie half-remembered familiarity. "You're not frightened," he said, peering through an open door into her bedroom. It wasn't just that she wasn't frightened now. She hadn't been frightened when he was chasing her, either. Not once had he picked up fear mingled with her scent, and it was unusual enough to bear remarking on.