The darkness snakes away from her cut ad be leaves. No longer needing the energy. Almost without thinking she tears a patch from her already ripped up jeans to cover the cut. Pretty easy to find where the rips came from. Still some where unnatural even for tearing. 

Her attention went back to the man as her wound was secure. Wondering where in the world the waiter was with her vodca. Her hair also faded to mostly a soft blonde as he drifted away from her. As the bubble of blood floated close to her a strand of loose hair reached out to it. Wanting the energy provided inside to repair her own wounds. 

She would say nothing anymore trying to advert attention away from the situation. Her hair asumming more darkness. It crawled up from her legs and off her arms towards this new fuel source The darkness slowing surrounding the blood. When fully surrounded it would quickly shrink the offered blood to miniature sizes. 
The darkness clawed its way at the new fabric over her wound as if to show him the repairs. Seemily a more blood colored version of the darkness had filled in the marks hardening and seemingly fixing the wound. The excess dripping down her arm before being rexsorbed. 

[color=007299]"Why would you offer that?"[/color] She questioned as her body relaxed fully from the new energy. The darkness only still present on her wound. She was no longer shy or reserved, having given up on her regular act.