Claudia makes her way into the bathroom. When he spots her, Jerry's eyes widen with fear. It only lasts for a second as Claudia hisses, extends her fangs, and with supernatural speed, moves to the man's neck and clamps down before he can even attempt to do anything—not that he could in the first place, bleeding out like he is.

Because he is bleeding out. And there's only a few seconds worth of blood, a few seconds worth of draining him, as Claudia feeds, ravenous and hungry and primal. She can sense his heartbeat slowing, she can feel it decrease. She pulls away seconds before the man lets out his final breath, slumping against the ground, dead.

Now back to the more interesting matter at hand. Claudia turns to Root, fully illuminated by the florescent bathroom lights. And now that they don't have a bleeding body between them, a few of Claudia's oddities are apparent. Her eyes are an inhuman amber. Her nails are sharp and glossy, like they're made of glass. And, obviously, she's got her fangs out.

"You probably got questions," she points out, with a little shrug. "Go ahead and ask 'em."