Diva had felt a swell of mutual annoyance and contentment when a younger, softer nurse woman had come along to fetch her from the library, informing the Chiropteran quite politely that she was going to be fed. So she had left, expecting to be fed properly and not lied to by a mortal. Because in a hospital, when she was to eat, a human would be brought.

Not this time. She stared at the little plastic tray with its disgusting human food before kicking it clear across the room, and watching it splat against the wall. This was not how Diva was supposed to be treated now - she was everything to the Chevaliers - everything because of her blood - After a few thunderous moments of clawing, kicking, and beating the locked door, Diva had to give pause before she really had to accept it wasn't going to open under her own force. (She was weak again, but how, she was full! She was eating. She was eating so much good food, how could she be back to that time...)

The room was next to gain her attention, and when nightshift arrived and she finally pushed open the door and wandered into the adjoining hallway, the cell she had come from was a wreck. Diva had ripped up the bed, the uniforms, beaten the furniture, thrown the furniture, and destroyed as much as she wanted in her temper tantrum.

She stepped out, barefoot, completely naked, and with a piece of pillow stuffing in her hair.