Well, at least he knew it. Phaedra had zero patience for anyone or anything that thought she needed to be polite, or even hospitable, if she chose not to.
The entire street...
She brought the cup to her lips and felt around with her mind, counting the other minds. It seemed that he was right.
And that was truly upsetting. That was a lot of people, or creatures. Whatever.
Souls.
She blinked, slowly, digesting what she could find. She knew where Dean was. And the Doctor fellow she'd met a time or two. She knew the pirate woman was with Dean, and very upset--broadcasting like a billboard.
"That's very upsetting," Phaedra said.
Her voice didn't really indicate that it was. She was distracted, listening. Looking for Harry, or...
... or Lindsey.
"The sheer effort and skill it would take..."
She hadn't fed. So she hadn't killed whatever'd moved her. She felt empty, and slightly hungry.