An ache began to develop in Allie's throat. Hungry. She was hungry. And not for food. She looked down at her arms, and to her despair, the tattoos were softly glowing blue in anticipation of putting a human into a deep slumber. Not wanting to draw attention to herself or freak anyone out, she hastily followed the fresh scent of bacon frying. It had to lead to the kitchen. Maybe there was some animal blood in there. That would hold off the Djinn nature for a while. She made it to the kitchen and walked inside.