Crossing her arms over her chest she leveled a death glare his direction. "Listen, Jackson. I don' feed on humans directly. Bagged blood is quite enough for me."
Back home Pam had often let her feed on Fangbangers. In public she'd drank TruBlood like any good mainstreamer should, despite how ridiculous it truly was. Her Maker had been right, that they'd need to keep the pretense up even with the world going to shit.
She rolled her eyes at his mention of being watched. All the vampires on board knew that the pesky demigods were watching their every move. But who were they to say what they could and couldn't do. If there was a willing human on board that allowed any of them to feed directly then it was none of their business.