[Should you pay attention to the background framing the very irate young woman, the familiar articles and furniture belonging to the residential cabins will come into view, but that's not very important now, neither is the unfortunate state of the cabin. You should focus on the scowl that refuses to fade on Alex's face as much as she tries to maintain her composure. In her fury, none of this managed to be filtered.]

You know, I have been really sensitive about whatever it is you called your "personal space", Hal. All the "I have a lot on my mind, really." bit and the "I'm not quite adapt at the civilized art of phone conversation, I'm afraid," shite. I was even starting to feel sorry for you. Worry, even! Should've known you were doing all this cocking distance thing so I wouldn't smell the pissin' blood on you.

[She holds a depleted blood bag for emphasis, shaking and pointing at it dramatically] Want to bet on how many I've earthed of those so far? Or did you leave any for the starving vampire children in Africa?

You're a twice dead man when I find you, erse. And don't think I won't be telling Tom about this. Shatter his poor little heart, it will.