"Quinn, or Ghost? They're both out of sorts if ya ask me. I s'pose it takes all kinds, but I mean, geezy creezy, right?"
Zandra squinted here eyes. "I don't...see anything," she said, and then, faster than Sam's eye could follow, she had zipped over to the stairwell to check it out. "Yeah, no, I don't see a dang thing up here."
Meanwhile, in the shower, Miriam has cranked up the water and it letting it wash over her, satin pajamas and all, a constant swirl of bright red going down the drain.
Sam can feel the lingering disgust along with a vague impression of worry that it's not washing off properly. Whether or not that's just because blood can be tenacious like that or some other reason is impossible to tell. She's not actively freaking out anymore, at least.
Still shaking slightly, now in part because her silk pyjamas are drenched (and now colored a splotchy pink) Miriam steps out of the showers and casts a nervous glance down the hallway towards her dorm-room door.
"Yeah, not with my clothes on. And when a vampire comes somewhere with their clothes dyed blood-red, it tends to cause questions. What, did you fucking murder a sheep or somethin?"
Zandra reached out and grabbed Miriam hard, by the wrist.
"Yeah, I thought so. That was the smell of bullshit. And you roped Red into helping as well, huh? Well, I'm glad to see the two of you are getting along; you can swap stories and makeup tips in detention."
For a moment Miriam tenses up and bares her teeth but what can she really do that wouldn't cause even more problems...
"Yeah, we're downright besties now." she says in a mocking tone instead and yanks her arm free but staying in place. "Blood of the covenant and all that."
"Eh, call it community service or whathaveyou them," Zandra said. "We'll find something productive for you to do. We had Weaver serving out slop in the mess hall; I'm sure there's some weeds that need weeding or something that needs polishing or something; maybe we'll give the janitors a much-needed day off. Who knows; not my department."