No blood. We're bloodless. Just -- [ she waggles her fingers ] -- strawberry juice. [ and then promptly sticks the stained finger in her mouth, tasting the tart red not-blood. there's so little of it that she suspects it wasn't the juice that spooked the girl, but the sound. an important fact to file away. ]

It takes more than a blender to...[ make me bleed ] hurt me, I promise. Everyone's a-okay. And very close to smoothie goodness. [ she glances at jack. ] Why don't you two go pick one of the much quieter booths and I'll be along with the drinks soon. Lickety split.