She knows the smell, even though she's only human; it's not strong though, not baked in the sun and congealed on rotting ribs, so she just takes a drink out of her own glass until the alcohol in it numbs her sinus passages at least for a moment.

"Not much changed: pretty bullshit," she comments, drily. "Got wardens running around that don't even know how to apologize offering counseling, and I don't know why putting us through puberty twice was a good idea."

She eyes him. "That wasn't teenage vampirism, was it?"