A loud, pained hiss erupts from her and she kicks Zephyr off, ripping the syringe from her arm. Forgetting about the blood in the freezer, her senses overwhelmed by the others around her, she starts shaking slightly. "S-stay back... P-please.." She mutters, the serum in her veins having no effect, seeing as either half of her wasn't clashing at the moment. Her eyes, fully dark grey, flick from Moby, to Zephyr, who's currently against the bookshelf, and Warren. "..G-get away.." She mumbles, shaking more as she breathes in, the smell of blood rushing into her nostrils. The sound of their hearts was starting to drive her crazy and she grips the shelf next to her hard.