Had she been back at the prefectural hospital where she'd previously worked, Makiko would have had far more liberty to do as she wished. The administration there had been firmly under her control, and if any of the nurses had noticed anything odd or unusual about her, it would have been a simple matter to deal with. Here, however, she was far too new, only beginning to work on establishing herself, and had to be careful what she did, lest she call unwanted attention upon herself.

Because of this, the faint sound of voices outside in the hallway, of footsteps approaching her doorway, were both excellent reasons for her to not press the situation. To not keep prodding at that particular sore point until the man's fear spiked, ready to provide what little sustenance he was capable of. The awareness of danger was just enough to keep her logical side in control over the hunger, but only just; outwardly her control wavered for a moment as there was a flicker of something in her eye undefinable other than 'malicious'. She remained utterly still, though with the poised stillness of a predator waiting for the prey to break cover.

"Tell me again how worth it is once your time is up," she finally observed, her attention shifting toward the door as the footsteps outside halted there: the nurse arriving to fetch her charge, more than likely. She paused, then smiled, not quite as emotionless as before. "If you can."