Kristina had hated herself for contacting him, for giving in again to the monster inside of her. Bree on the other hand was more than willing to meet the stranger as long as she got what she wanted.
She was nervous and each step took her closer to her demon and further from herself. Shivers ran over her body and she tried meekly to look confident. "I am insane, a very sick little girl." Kristina was calling herself names as she spotted him. Right there she knew that even if she wasn't addicted she needed to see him.
Bree was thrilled and alive again. She hurt some from the withdrawal, but being a stronger persona every day, she was ready. It took one look and she understood that he had what she wanted needed. Approaching the door she paused and took a quick breath, then stepped inside pulling the door behind her.
The bags on the table excited her and she badly needed them in her system. First she had to find out payment, maybe a name, quality... Why did it seem like he knew so much more than her, the helpless addict. "Hi, I'm Kristina but you can call me Bree." She smiled feeling Kristina give up inside of her.