"What is it? You seem… uneasy." Faolán was looking at Alanna with a worried face.
"No, it is just… I sensed something. As if someone was looking at us, when we left the company's building. Now I don't have the feeling, but anyway, I am worried."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Eat." She drank her water with a sour face. She was craving for some blood, but she was not going to tell Faolán about it. It was not that she had to feed, but she was nervous with the situation and… then, it hit her.
"What is it?" Faolán asked, stopping midway with his fork.
"I am anxious." She said.
"Yeah, because of the weird feeling, right?"
"I am anxious! Faolán, I don't get anxious like that, to the point I need to …" She looked around and leaned over, so she could whisper only for him to hear, "feed."
Faolán's face started to change and it was visible his brain was trying to understand her words.
