Snippet #1770979

Oren gave an internal sigh of relief. Ian wasn't pissed. She could cope with him being pissed when she was settled in her job, she could cope with him being pissed better than most of the clan. He'd often threatened her in the past, and she'd always reminded him that if he killed her, he'd have to replace her....however she'd been more concerned about not getting her job back.

Straight back into scientists mode, she began considering what he was talking about.

"Something told me the peace wasn't going to last. Hardly imagine you and Jenson being best buds for this long. Well, fortunately for you Ian, my brain is going just as quickly as it ever did, and I do have a way for us to....economize on humans to cope with a famine. Quite a few clans do it now for lean periods, and it might help you out. A lot of clans use bleeders, they catch humans and set them aside, keep them alive and extract blood on a regular basis for sharing among the vamps. A few humans wouldn't produce enough to satisfy everyone in the clan, but it would at least stop anyone going feral while we worked on getting the fleabags to simmer down." she responded.

It was quite good to finally be back in a role she was suited to.

Oren gave a reluctant smile to Ace. She wasn't really one for smiling, but at the same time it was still rather novel to have someone greeting her in such a way, and it was a concerted effort not to appear as defensive (or offensive) as she generally did around people. It was especially impressive considering she'd upped and disappeared so much as a goodbye.
"Didn't realize you were still around here." she stated.
"Good to see you."