Louella watched the drawing of the blood with fascination. She did nothing, for once merely letting her blood behave as it would, just to see it fill the vial. "Really? I heard she was a vampire, and one that's not very particular who she feeds on. Of course, that's patently ridiculous, I'm sure," she clarified. No sense in letting Milbury think Lou believed in such old wives' tales as vampires. She'd fought much worse things than that particular brand of the undead in her life, she was sure.
"Thank you, doctor," she said politely. Ah, the nurse. She hoped it was the heavy-set one. Lou had a particular dislike for her, even though she didn't even remember her name. But her face? Lou never forgot a face. Names, on the other hand, were another matter entirely.