[And now, she plays on one of those emotions she knows so many of you have, curious to see if Jack's on that list. The feed switches to video, and there's a bit of blood running down the claws that she's licking. It's actually her blood from a shallow wound she's just done to herself off camera, but the effect is good enough for a show. Flicking the droplets off of it, she laughs wickedly.]

Are you sure you can live with yourself knowing that someone else is going to take your place? When I say break [At which point, her fingers and claws clench and she bares those small fangs of hers, blood-red eyes wide with mad glee] I do mean break. They don't let me out of my cage often, Jack.

I intend to drink my fill today. Are you really the sort who'd just let someone like me go find someone to play with?