Misty bounced away, not finding a typical lock  as she expertly found her picks even in the midst of her black lacy dress. She began to try and work them into the grooves at he edgs and between the door, even though it was an airtight seal.<br/><br/>"Menlo, I've never been out of the Atlantic City base. I transformed into a vampire?"<br/><br/>She licked her fang, seeing her pale reflection in the door knob.<br/><br/>"I'm not a vampire and I'm not a shape shifter, I'm a nobody, I have no powers, no real talent, no family. And I'm a human, I've always been a human too. A really useless one. You have the wrong girl, I think...."<br/><br/>She stabbed the door with her picks and slid against the floor, feeling the tile against her webbed stockings.<br/><br/>"And, black is a nice color, but I don't wear dresses! My food was taken by someone else!"<br/><br/>Yet oddly, she wasn't in the least hungry, so she merely sighed and looked back as he approached. Anything he said after 'sample of your blood' was lost on her, as she saw the needle. Sharp or pointy things freaked her out.<br/><br/>"What is that! No, put that away, no need for that.... he...he...he.... NO WAY!"<br/><br/>She darted to the left, behind the bed, pulling a pan from a compartment and throwing it at his hand.