She looked up at him, but she didn't answer the question about the blood right away, huh? The fact that he like KNEW STUFF was more important.] So, you can like just KNOW stuff? Or did you like study that shit about the chemicals and addiction and things? [Because that made all the difference, huh? Whether that was like stuff he already KNEW, or whether it was stuff that just came to him when he saw this sticky gunk.
But, ok, yeah, confession time. She looked down at the gunk.] I can smell the blood, but none of the other shit. I mean, the cigarette stuff, yeah, because I smoke, but not like SPECIFIC. But, yeah, blood. [Crouching there, she tipped her head up and looked at him. Her eyes were black-on-black, no white left, and she offered him a shrug and a smile that was fangs against plump pink lips.] So, yeah, glowy eyeballs, we all got our shit, huh?