Allie looked up at him, slowly closing her hand into a fist so the blood couldn't be seen. Her bottom lip trembled for a moment until she made it stop, giving him a sad smile. "Yeah, it does." She took a deep breath before explaining herself. "I was somehow born with such poisonous blood that my parents had no choice to keep me locked in our house for forever. It was the only way to keep myself safe from others, and others safe from me. If my emotions were riled up, or if I was cut, blood would start pouring out of me, and it's so lethal that one drop of it would, I can almost guarantee, kill someone. However, my own blood makes me sick quite often. Better than dying, I guess. Today's just a bad day, it's not this horrible every day."