There was an honest to goodness growl from Sabra, low in the throat. Not overly aggressive and only just audible, like a vampire's, but it was there. Albeit, momentary. The woman's facial expression, though, was remarkably stoic - right up until what looked like a snarl of disdain and sudden looking away, gesturing to the Vegas crowd.
"No... And that I must be, that I must learn their ways... It frustrates me. But you..." Sabra turned back. "You don't have to. And you have strength... Why lower yourself? Why live as they do?"
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on 2013-12-21 05:32 am (UTC)"No... And that I must be, that I must learn their ways... It frustrates me. But you..." Sabra turned back. "You don't have to. And you have strength... Why lower yourself? Why live as they do?"