"A little bit hungry," Annabelle said. Truthfully, she felt a little strange. She wasn't the most social person, and she'd just met this girl, and was being offered snacks.
But she took a seat at the table.
Don't go out at night...
Her eyebrows drew together into a thin, dark line. This sounded a lot like her father's speech about why she shouldn't walk across Canal Street after dark, or it seemed like it might be going that direction. New Orleans very definitely had good blocks and bad blocks. One wrong turn and you really needed your pepper spray.
Or your ability to stop a human heart.
"Why?" She took a sip of the juice, realized how thirsty she was, and drained most of the glass. "Is it a crime thing?"