"You know," Caroline said after the spiel and the guy and everything else, and she sounded really tired, really really tired. "I'm pretty sick of people thinking I need to be fixed. I can't be fixed. You know? This is just what it is now. Blood for breakfast. It's not like I eat people or anything."

She made a face. "And I don't know any spies." She shrugged, and sat back down on the floor as the wall beeped at him. "I'm okay. I can eat food, but it just doesn't do anything. Blood sugar's kind of not an issue, anymore, but I can't get fat, I don't think, so that's good." She leaned her head back against the wall, her forearms on her knees. "You know what I don't get," she said, watching him devour his lunch, "Is why, exactly, I'm in here with you. I mean, not to say I don't like the company." She didn't look at the stuff on the wall or the pretty gross puddle of blood or the fact that she looked like Carrie, because that was over and it was pretty clear that this guy was in a way worse boat than she was about crap that he couldn't control.

"Why'd they make you into a big green monster, anyway? Why green? Why not... I don't know, purple, or something?"