"And you sucked my bucking blood!" she shouted. "And all I am asking in return," she said, retracting the covers and looking up at the human with her natural eyes for the effect, "is to know what’s wrong." Her voice adopted a calmer tone. 'That’s it,' she thought. The human seemed unsure of himself, his hammer raising and lower at his side by mere inches as he seemingly debated with himself. "No. I don't really care," she said, honestly enough. "Not about you. Not really. I care about my mission, which you are now a part of." She stood at her full height which came to an oh so intimidating three and a half to four feet. Taller, nearing five or above if she reared on her hind legs, sure, but she didn't want to push it.