Nora would have had to agree there; special powers weren't anything like she would have imagined. Like everyone else, she had been asked that question dozens of times over the years. If you could have a superpower... Well, now she supposed she had several. Speed and strength, senses sharpened to nearly the point of pain. But there was nothing sexy or cool about the thirst, the way it took her over and blurred everything else out. No vampire movie or book could have prepared for the way that her recently-Turned body ached for blood in such a terrible way.
"Ah, well," she shrugged, falling into step. Surely someone in this madhouse was. Everyone seemed to be something new and interesting. "I'm Nora – I guess I should have started with..." The sound of footsteps and breathing stopped her, and all her heightened senses bent toward the intruder. They smelled warm. Male, young. Nora's eyes slid half-closed as she listened. She could hear his heartbeat, the slight uptick in his pulse when he walked into a mirror – she could hear the sound of his body hitting the glass, the hitch in his breath, the slightly-embarrassed little huff of a laugh at himself.
After a moment, she pressed her eyes closed in a hard blink, shaking her head. "Don't these bloody customers ever go home?"