"You're drinking blood. What'd you expect?" Ha. Funny, coming from him. He had his own acquired taste. Better than gulping down donated blood. Cold and packaged. No, he liked his fresh, just like she said she did. But at least his blood was coming from a willing party. Not a train car full of innocent people.
"I'm working on that," Sam muttered, peering out at the road ahead. He couldn't take her home. That left the Hyperion, which Sam was being stubborn about. He really didn't want to have to rely on them.
He spotted the blood on the seat and scowled. "Thanks."