On Zane's advice, Nora had stuck close to the female vampire. And Isla was nice enough, kind enough to let her tag along. Beautiful, and so much more graceful than Nora herself, Isla was a bit awe-inducing. She was feeding well, but didn't seem to have the same problems that Nora was having. Although the fledgling had gorged on fresh blood, her brain was still screaming for it; her cravings were actually physically painful.
It was all Nora could do to keep herself together, following in Isla's wake. Her hands were trembling, her eyes a little wild. All her energy was bent toward keeping herself under control. When Isla turned her attention toward the trailer, Nora trailed after her, watching, trying to learn. But it was difficult to block out the pounding of the human's heart, the sharp smell of blood and fear and desperation.