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[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.

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And now the whole ship knows about his dirty secret. Tom too. If I had to guess.

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The more, the merrier. He shouldn't have been doing it in the first place.

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Funny, I know the feeling. Let me guess: Your vampy friend gets a little too fun when he's on the blood?

[ damon is painfully familiar with this topic. ]

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He gets too Don Draper with a side of blood sucking. And that's not even what I'm pissed about, now.

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That's just the fake stuff, Alex. Didn't Hal tell you about it?

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[Her face actually crumbles for a moment before she composes herself.] I want to believe that...

[So she holds a blood splattered shirt up to the screen] So, can you come sniff this for me? Just to make sure?

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That sounds way cooler than what I get subjected to.

What exactly has you pissed?

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... Alex?! Are you okay?

What on Earth happened to your room?!

[ Asking the important questions, Albert. ]

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It's not my room. Which reminds me, I could stand to do more damage, yeah?

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[ there's a delay before he responds, tries to figure out how to respond. he's got plenty of excuses lined up, but as soon as the feed's actually on, all he manages is: ]

Alex.

[ it's desperate, slightly pleading - but probably not as ashamed as it could be. ]

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Being lied to. Or maybe just the fact all that sweet talk of being good proper was just that to get us off his back.

And what do you get subjected to, exactly?

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It's not?

Wait-- why are you trashing somebody else's room?

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I expected porn under your pillow. Not this. [She's not exactly joking, but a touch away from sounding hysterical.]

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Might find something more incriminating than these cocking blood bags, that's why.

You should help me. I could use some help.

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Sucks but probably something you should see coming. Established issues and infinite supply of synthetic blood on the ship and all.

Lets just say, it's a lot less suave than Don Draper. Just as much alcohol involved though.

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This [She holds up the bag again--this one pretty full] doesn't look synthetic in the least. It smells pretty like the real thing to me.

You go around eating people too?

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[ Sigh. ]

... Fine. Where are you?

[ Not because he wants to help trash someone's room, but because he's concerned about her safety in a room full of blood bags... ]

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You in his room?

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[Destruction is so cathartic. She'll show you!] Floor 12, but be careful.

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[She's starting to feel a bit guilty at the intrusion now, but not that guilty.] For now. I'll see if I can find more blood.

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I can take care of myself. You're the one in the room with the blood bags! You be careful!

[ And with that the feed switches off, and Albert's racing to come find her. ]

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[Sometimes it's easy to forget she used to be a ghost, so she takes her mortality for granted now. Alex wipes the remaining tears quickly, wiping at her nose to look more serious and cross.]

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[He doesn't knock because, well, he rarely knocks. Since he's sleeping in the room next door all he had to do was toss on a shirt and come on over.

For a moment he just stares at Alex. It's still strange knowing she's alive again.

Right. Proving Alex is wrong about Hal...

Tom sniffs the shirt and then sniffs a few bags to be sure.]

He promised me...

[His face hardens as he takes off full run out of the room, only stopping in his own to grab his stake from under his bed before running after Hal's scent]

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[ When he arrives in the doorway, he's panting from the run. ]

Alex--?

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[Oh no. Oh no no no no.]

Oh shite. Tom, please come back! [The sure and stern righteousness from before evaporates. Perhaps she's wanted reassurance and bonding, but not this. Definitely not this. So she can only squeeze her eyes shut to remember how to do this, disappearing on spot to plop down before him further down the hallways.] You can't do this yet! We need to plan.