She sighed in relief as the other woman fled from her side,  once more she was given the space her body required.  She allowed herself to relax,  her back coming to rest on the seat as her long gold hair hung around her form.  Her lower lip trembled ever so slightly,  as her hand sunk her finger tips gently began to finger her own gold spun locks nervously.<br/><br/>“Thank you…”  She whispered.  “It won’t be necessary... I really don’t want to harm her.”   She whispered.   “I find the taste of blood disgusting…  and I wasn’t very pleased at being manhandled.”  She never looked away from the ground,  being in a human’s direct presence was frightening her,  right now she knew she was in a box with people who would very well want to kill her eventually.  Even if she was intrigued,  she was horrified and she wasn’t even sure she would be able to harm any of them but the freak to get free.