"No. You aren't." Pam's nose wrinkled ever so slightly; only another vampire might notice it. Then again, Logan hadn't known his big sister all that long; he might miss the hint of disgust.
"I'd rather have the real stuff." She didn't stalk to the bar; her gait suggested that she talked to recently turned vampires all the time. Even those recently turned by her own maker. Settling down at the bar, she stared at him for a moment.
"You know you heat it up in the bottle. You do not drink the stock unless you are on break. And, as there are no boundaries here, you may feed on the humans. Just heal them and make them forget." She shrugged ever so slightly.