Stacey, Rhine, OPEN
Rhine would have liked to say that it was the crowd that drew her, but that was patently untrue. It was the smell of spilled blood, the otherwordly sense that there was food somewhere close by. It pulled her in, and soon she was joining the crowd of employees that had gathered around the Lagoon.
She was very well acquainted with the look of blood in the water, and the kill was certainly fresh. Still, she moved through the throng of bodies until she found herself standing beside Stacey, stark naked in the midst of things. "Not your work, I take it?" Honestly, the question barely needed to be asked. A siren would not have left such a mess, and Stacey didn't seem the sort to pollute her own space with refuse when it could all be consumed with such ease.
Or at least stored properly, for a late-morning snack.