The growl crawls up Brigid's throat. She knows something is wrong, but she's had it with being polite. The hair on her face begins to grow, as does the fine, red hair on her arms. She snorts.

There's so many things she's could say, but it's the raised hand that catches her attention. "Dilandau already tried to burn me alive. I got better." She sneers the words out, because she does get better.

Some part of her knows Charlie won't hurt her on purpose, but she doesn't really care. The need to attack is growing stronger...