Anna scowls, and channels the energy of her girlfriend whom she loves very, very much. "My tits are fat and my dick's fatter," she says, flipping Woe off as she walks past her. It would be a much more dramatic way to end a conversation if they weren't going to the same place, so as it stands, it carries the energy of saying goodbye to someone on the street then walking in the same direction.

"I didn't think you could choose to stay down here," she barrels through, trying to ignore the awkwardness and let it be merely a passing comment. She knows she will not be successful. "What's the matter, you that sick of John?" She keeps going, both through the door and deeper into conversation topics she shouldn't be pushing. Either way, she's definitely burned through any hospitality by now, so it's probably for the best that there's no libations being offered here.

"'Cause I gotta say, I'd pick the blood-starved beasts too."