Sam was exhausted. She didn't use Plasma Shift to run across towns, and for good reason. Every time she stopped using the power she was left disoriented, as though she were suddenly petrified by a basilisk and blind in an eye. She kept going though, stopping at the bar with Scorn. Once they were both inside, Sam rested her head on the counter. "I'll have to take a cab next time…"
She tried to relax her muscles, but they still felt tense and stiff. "I'm gonna need a moment…" she used her power to quicken the blood flow to her muscles and 'cool' them off, pulling blood out of the bag on her back and flowing it into a cut on her hand. It also sounded like she was a vacuum cleaner when she was breathing, trying to take in as much oxygen as she could. When she was done, she leaned back a little and eased some of the blood in her hand out, back into the bag. "Jeez, I've been running around town so much today… and Mister Zeke, I'll just take a Sprite, if you will. I have an extremely low tolerance for alcohol."
She couldn't drink much because of the low amounts of blood in her system, and couldn't remember when her last fight was when she had to cut her hand open to fight. Not too long ago though, and she tried to make it a habit to not drink anyway. If she drank a lot and was out of control… that would put a lot of people's lives in danger, including her own.
"Uh, sure, kid." Zeke replied, sliding a can over to her.
"So, Scorn, what did you want to talk about?" Sam asked, taking a sip of her soda. She was still a little stiff and sore, but mostly better now. She didn't like moving the blood from the bag on her back into her skin like that and moving it around only to take different blood out. It felt strange and like there were bugs under her skin.