She enjoyed the music trying to place the piece the event of the previous night were still with her but unlike when she previously awoke she felt hungry now, a primal hunger but not a pressing one.
The music was soothing somewhat.

As she opened her eyes her comfort was shattered they were closed before she even noticed the image of the body burned into her mind.

Be calm.

The man might have had family and friends, in fact it was likely.

Be calm.

Children who would miss him, a wife that loved him.

Be calm.

Her eyes still closed she flipped to her feet the movement snapping them open she didn't even look for Amy her glare intense and the knife pulled into her from where it had been tucked, to hell with calm, "Why is their a dead man before me", her voice harsh and low, the primal hunger was evident in it as she eyed both of them up the dead man as an instinctive meal the less dead one as a potential enemy ... an enemy that she was angry at.