Yes... [Slowly, she let go of her hold on him, so as she can sit up and clear her mind.
From the tone of her voice, it was clear that she wanted to be as impartial as possible, sparing the useless words and sticking to the facts as she had experienced them:
She first explained as to how she had come about making kalach in the first place -- at Zelman's suggestion on the evening of Halloween, and that she had suggested in turn to let him know once she had made some.
She then recounted his arrival at the Shelter Kitchens later in the day, at his tasting of the bread and offering some critique.
Then came the point where she accidentally got cut by a fruit knife, and she made it clear that it was all due to her being careless about the mess she made in the kitchen...]
... he even used his handkerchief to stop my fingers' bleeding...
[She brought up her hand to show traces of the shallow cuts on her fingers. It was the same arm where the bites were.
She then got to the more difficult part of her story. Her voice becoming more hesitant and quiet.
Where he told her that he had lied about liking kalach, how he lied "about everything," and how she was backed up to the counter, his hand covering her mouth to stop her from screaming and finally feeding...]
... and that was when I saw what was on his mind, and felt what he was feeling: the anger in his memories --
[She suddenly wanted to disappear, clutching her bitten arm with her other hand, feeling shame for what she says next --]
-- and the joy- the pleasure he took in feeding upon the blood of others.