“I burst into flames and die, that’s how bad it is!” She honestly doesn’t mean to sound hysterical, but she is, and worse, she’s hungry. Blood starts streaking down her her cheeks, vampire tears instead of normal ones. Everything starts spilling out, with the heighten fear and her hunger making her a little delirious and desperate. “And I’m so hungry but all I got this fake blood that taste like liquid shit but it’s two bottles and I don’t know what to do when run out! Maybe just stake me and put me out of my fucking misery!”

Jessica is so upset at her situation all she can do is to let the lid fall down in a minuscule but no less dramatic slam, like she would do to her bedroom when she slams the door in a fit of temper.