His eyes narrowed, the relaxed look on his face was now gone. The others appeared nervous; they knew what happened when someone denied Vincent his meal. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her by the throat, hoisting her up and slamming her into the trunk. "You don't tell me what to do. Not if you want to live." he snarled, eyes flashing brightly. His steely grip tightened around her windpipe. At least if she passed out, he could get her home quicker.