[She doesn't notice, which is probably for the best. She's too busy dividing her attention between the visceral enjoyment of feeding on something warm and the very strict control she exerts over her desire to take more than she should.

She pulls once, twice, a third time. Warmth slides down her throat and sits warmly where it settles, radiating outward. She can feel her body knitting itself together in places unseen, beneath the skin. When she finally pulls away from the man's skin, there's a gentle flush to her cheeks, life and vitality present again in her features.

She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, a streak of blood staining it, before she reaches for the man's opposite arm so that she can help him press his palm against the wound to stop the bleeding. Her eyes meet his again, eyes expanding and constricting again as she speaks quietly.]

You accidentally fell and cut yourself. Go find something to cover that with and don't show it to anyone. You never ran into anyone while you were here.

[She breaks eye contact then, noticing the daze in the man's eyes as her compulsion sinks in, and then she's moving past him and grabbing Klaus by the arm to pull him down the hall with her.]

Let's go.