By the time the Wendigo had well and truly taken hold of his meal, Rhine had settled back into her human guise and was wiping the blood from her lips with the back of her hand. It still stained her throat and chest, disappearing into the black of her top. She didn't fret about this, the bloody-and-disheveled look; he ate people, he knew the struggle.
The familiar ring for maintenance made her smirk, and she turned to go. Only the rasping of his voice stopped her. For just a moment, she considered going anyway – leaving him to puzzle out the gift without any explanation. In the end, though, she slipped out the door that he'd indicated to wait. It was a nice little space, and she grabbed a convenient pack of wet-wipes, snagging a couple in order to at least make herself at least halfway presentable.
Couldn't have the guests getting uneasy, could they?
James' voice turned her toward him, her own smile widening just a little further after the inevitable drop of her eyes. Ah, there was nothing quite like a man covered in gore, was there? It took her a completely shameless second to drag them back up to his grin, but they stayed there without a problem afterward. The towel helped.
"I did. He was giving everyone at Vice a headache, and I hadn't heard a lot of screaming coming from down this way, so..." The blonde brushed an errant curl behind her ear. "I wanted to say thank you for letting me come along, before. It was sweet of you to make that happen."