[Finally, a pause. Long enough for her wits to get themselves back together where they belong - in her head. Not a half-starved, scared witless girl on the grand dining room of Malfoy Manor, but a fully competent witch.

One that, for the sake of being petty, wields the wand of the very witch that tortured her.

To wit: Vanessa Ives is not only a vampire, but a hungry one. The fact that she's postponed eating means that perhaps she has been a vampire a while.

(Vaguely she remembers Vanessa tending to her in the jungle, after the hallucinations caused by snake venom. She'd never slept.)

Another fact: Hermione is covered in blood.]

Alright. Alright - look, it's raining blood outside, so if you are hungry...

[A pause.] No, nevermind, that's simply ridiculous. Don't go outside to drink the rain. Here.

[She holds her hand out again, the one that doesn't wield the wand, where blood remains. She holds it, palm up, forearm bare.]

If you promise to behave.