She didn’t think Heather was lying and would make everything complicated. She wanted this cheap horror flick thrills gone. Nobody was on the streets or got to work. It was very annoying to deal with it. “There’s another problem,” she told her as she leaped down in order to graceful land in front of Heather. She held down a finger and said: “Look, miss.”
Seth smiled sheepishly and cut her index finger with one of the wooden shards of the ancient door. From her small wound, a few drops of blood flowed out to the floor for a second or two. Then they stopped and returned against the force of gravity to the cut. It was completely healed without a trace of injury or blood.
“Ya see?” she showed her point. “Goin’ to take me some time to find a good pint of blood that isn’t…” with nanomachines. “the type that can only be borrowed in my body.”