On the ground, which was already covered in muck and sanguien red, Elizabath felt the lab coat really came in handy. Hot liquid spilled everywhere, and she could feel something disgusting running down her cheek.
"Are you all, right?" Tiffaney asked as she worriedly checked the girl for injuries. It was only the calming worry of her wife that prevented the total freakout now that she had blood dripping down her skin. That was off course until the girl ran her finger along her face and then tasted it.
"I don't think boysenberry is the right call...huckle berry or peach maybe?"
Before she could ask, the fingertip found its way into Elizabeth's mouth who found the sweet yet tart flavor to not be the coppery metallic taste of blood.
"That taste like jam..."
"What did you think this was?"
