“Ah, a marine... my apologies, sir.” Béatrix said and bowed her head slightly out of respect, she wasn’t American herself, but all countries knew of their pride. Trixy frowned a little when he seemed to recall his transformation negatively; it always took her aback when people considered the blessing of vampirism as a curse.

Béatrix laughed a little bit at his comment about the blood bags “Not that I mind handcuffs, but the blood is always better if the human is willing.” She said as she tossed the bag over in her hand “I actually feel more like a prisoner,” she said and looked up at him and gestured with the blood bag “surely this is prison food.”

When Dr. Jon Bale said his piece, Béatrix let out a sigh of relief. She gladly received the upgraded blood meal. “Well, it definitely smells better.” She said with as much appreciation as she could muster. “Is their anyway I can warm it, I’m used to it being around thirty-seven degrees Celsius, you know?” Trixy asked with a friendly smile. This human seemed like someone she could get along with, he was friendly and respectful, a certain breath of fresh air in this place.