[Wow, rude, monologue. Jess has better control over her vomiting than that. She hasn't thrown up in... well. In a long while. She looks over at him, at the mess he's made of his plate, his face, his hands, and she snorts a laugh.

Reaching for a piece of bread, she extends her arm to run it through the juices left dripping from the meat, sopping up a good amount before she brings it back to shove in her mouth. She washes it down with a mouthful, humming.]

There, now I won't starve. You happy? So tell me more about this 'friend' of yours. I want to know if your dick is going to start singing about watermelons or if you're one of the other freaks here. Like the weird werewolves or the magic witch doctors or me.

[There. That was an opening if there was ever one.]