It was like the hospital knew. Not that she was a necromancer or that she even bled black shit all over the place because that would make their reactions towards her more than a little wrong. But did they happen to just know that she wasn't going to get attacked? Had they deliberately planned to have her in the driver's seat for the past few days when the ambulance drove past a thing with flaming eyes that would have torn anybody else apart? Because she was starting to think so. The possibility that she might somehow have been drawn to those areas herself had flown right over Delta's head. It wasn't that she necessarily gave a shit if she ended up among demons - they weren't going to touch her. But she really did not want to get rolled if one of those things caught on to the fact that her cargo was not necessarily demonic. Because that would result in bleeding and wouldn't it be awesome if she painted the inside of the driver's compartment black?
Her last cargo had died anyhow. Which provided entertainment for about a half hour while her partner got over the fact he'd actually fainted (and like hell she was driving with a stiff in the back and an embarrassingly unconscious colleague) and relieved her of the black eyes that would probably have made him faint all over again. It was just as well the bitch had died, really. Sean had successfully broken at her one of her ribs attempting CPR. Probably saved him some kind of lawsuit. Because humans were ungrateful bastards.
Good job she wasn't human, right?
Tugging her sunglasses off, Delta returned the smile and winked. "I'll let you surprise me." She took a seat at the bar and dropped her helmet and bag to the floor. "But no girls' drinks." Most of that stuff was hardly even real alcohol.