"I don't beli- wait, I know you. You were in that church," She eyed him, her expression a mix of desperation and hunger, a frightening combination that made her look more predatory than usual.

"Black curly hair. Tan skin," She was sure he wouldn't remember her, "You swear you've got no water? I don't really give a shit about food. Justneedwater."

She looked down absently and her feet and legs didn't even look like her own. She could heal, but apparently that wasn't working either. "I'm fine. Unless, you're hiding a spare pair of shoes on you somewhere," Whether she's realized it or not she'd already lowered the knife.