Lily blinked for a moment, unsure about the woman's question. [b]"Uhh... My blood?"[/b] She asked, incredulous. Why did this woman want her blood? What purpose did it serve her? Did she want to know if Lily was diseased? [b]"I can assure you my blood is clean, if that's what you're wondering."[/b] She told the woman, Liz? [b]"In any case, it's nice to meet you Liz. I'm Lily."[/b] She continued, her skin crawling. She hated needles and she'd learned not to trust anyone from the get go. If this woman wanted her blood, she'd have to give Lily a damned good reason for it. She sighed and turned to look at the others nearby. 

There was a distinctly blonde haired man standing nearby, watching them, as if waiting for something. Had he been here a while? There was another man that was very near Liz. He looked very gruff and worn... He almost looked... angry though she didn't really understand why. A small sad smile grew on her lips. Maybe, like her they'd lost loved ones as well. Maybe she didn't have to be as on guard here as she'd once thought. Though the two drunkards bothered her a bit. Well, maybe they'd settled down after a while. She'd just have to keep an eye out on them.