Dorcas was totally oblivious to his reaction although she knew of the sort of psychology behind what occurred. It could be creepy if not handled properly... Stalkers were not cool and they needed to be put down and out of the gene pool. Maybe that was a cruel way of thinking but bad genetics were generally culled from the herd. That didn't exactly happen in human society... Not like it did with animals. Weird thoughts. Okay then. "Probably not... Especially once you get covered in blood or other bodily fluids," she shuddered a little.
She snorted a little, glancing away with a slightly bitter look in her eyes... Everything else about her was perfectly schooled into blankness, "It doesn't matter what was lovelier there or not really. All that matters is I am here and not there."