"Very well, have a drink." The high priestess motioned toward the food and drink. "Eat." It wasn't a request or an offering; it was more of a command. Her attention was on her latest acquisition, or more what might be keeping said acquisition from working properly. Zaladane had worked with Worm before, but this one felt different. Then again, every possible mutant, mutate, alien, whatever, they always had their own little feelings - they all had different aura.
"There is something mechanical about you." Zaladane's lips pursed, and she wasn't pleased with the idea that this could be one of Brainchild's attempts. There was something about the young woman that wasn't answering to the mystical feelers the high priestess had been using to constantly explore and monitor the "vampire." Zaladane felt the word could be rather useful, if only she could figure out why.
"Tell me more about your abilities as a vampire." Yes, the high priestess felt that this woman could be very useful, and she was rarely wrong about such things.