Livid. By nature (honestly), very few things irritated Circe to the point of nausea. Granted, she was always murderous but that was not fueled by anger but instead by an intense lack of empathy for the idiots that populated the world. She was always humming with anger but that often manifested itself into apathy and a general disregard for humanity. But this was different. This feeling was different. She was a hair's breadth away from flashing her fangs and ripping out this Johnson's throat. Stupid idiot. A human being would not be able to receive blood from a lamia. And if some overly interested doctor were to try and investigate the reason why their patient just randomly dropped dead, they would find that the blood was contaminated and she could not have that. There would be questions and then...that would be the end of the lamia population in Scarlet Oak and her reputation as a doctor for them. Circe had worked too damned hard to let that happen.
She spun around when someone addressed her. She had to take half a minute to compose herself to speak without screaming. "Your incompetent intern has just checked blood out of our lab without my permission. He broke protocol and could be administering tainted blood to a patient right now," Circe took a visible swallow. Circe was professional in many ways but it was not her specialty. She was used to having her way exactly the way she wanted it to be. The one time that did not happen...well, it involved the wrong blue-eyed man and ended with her and a regular diet of holy water. She was used to having her way. Control. Otherwise, it was just a complete disaster. She was going to throw up.