Mystic paused, cocking her head. "If getting dragged into a dark alley by a massive 6-eyed wolf shadow thing, waking up in a field in someone else's body, and being attacked by some random guy in a cloak is your definition of a 'condition', then yes, I do have that condition." All the while, she was looking at her surprising curves, wondering if it was plastic surgery or something. She stopped when he mentioned food. "I am very hungry..." She stopped, then slumped, "Damn it! I'm going to have to drink blood now, aren't I??"