"You're a vegetarian," giggles Millie. "I have, uh, frozen pizza?"

"Pizza sounds really good.  Thank you."

Millie starts the oven. "What do you usually do, at home - you're eighteen, you in school?"

"Yeah.  Business major."  She doesn't sound thrilled.

"What are you going to do, uh, here - how long have you been here -"

"A few hours.  Mostly I'm hoping that the next time I have some blood it'll be enough of a boost that I can get home?  And I haven't really planned much beyond that.  Probably'll see if there's versions of my parents around if - it turns out I'm stuck here."

"Where... do you get blood?"

"Uh, well so I - donated a pint earlier today, since I got here, and then I was going to?  Steal one?"

"...that shouldn't... work. Should it? Donating one and then drinking one?"

"Well it's not for like, sustenance; it just powers the magic.  And I don't even need the whole thing for that.  Maybe like a quarter of it."

"Huh. And vampire blood won't - turn somebody into a vampire if they get it? Or anything."

"No, it's only - something else.  Transfusions won't do it."

"And drinking from people doesn't?"

"Not - under all circumstances."

"It might be risky to break into a Red Cross."

"I mean I can teleport in, but - yeah.  Just don't really have better options."

"If your healing put all my blood back and you don't even need a whole - however much the Red Cross usually takes -"

". . . I don't want you to feel obligated just because - "

"I could have died."

"Well if you're sure."

"Does it hurt -"

"I can do anesthesia."

She nods. "Then - yeah -" She tilts her head.

"Uh!  No thank you, not like that - I'll just, uh - "  She heads for the sink to wash out her mug.

"...like what, then?"