Pearl swears she can feel the woman's pulse radiate off of her, an intoxicating harmony of blood gushing through flesh. Saliva pools at the corners of her mouth, and she's too far gone to even be disgusted with herself. If only she came a little closer, maybe then she could reach out and--

She's pulling back. She's reaching for her phone. Pearl's whole body jolts, and she forces out a desperate gurgle: "No!"

"No," she echoes in a scratchy whisper, that single outcry draining more of her energy than she could afford to expand. "Food."