"Really? In a store that just so happened to be host to a massacre the other day?" Sam's brows rose a little and he stared her down. "Hmm. Interesting." He knew that it was more than unlikely that she was the one responsible for it all. In fact, Sam was fairly certain he had already found the target. But that didn't stop him from carrying his words out anyway. She wasn't human. She was something else.
So are you, Sam thought bitterly, it's in your blood.
"I thought we were clear about our social situation," Sam stated. "Or do I need to run it by you again?"