They rounded a corner, and Eve stopped abruptly, her head tilting like a predator catching a scent. "Oh! Someone's been fighting recently!" She spun toward Scarlett, moving with that liquid grace that shouldn't exist in human joints. "You've killed... seventeen? No, eighteen crawlers in the last six hours. The sweat smell is very specific."
"How can you possibly—" Scarlett started.
"I can smell it in your sweat!" Eve explained cheerfully, getting uncomfortably close. Close enough that Scarlett could see the faint blue veins pulsing beneath translucent skin. "Oh, this is perfect! I should show off my fighting skills! That's how animals show they're good mates! All the cool animals do it!"
She bounced on her toes, the movement making her white hair float like she was underwater. "Can we go to the training room? Please? Pretty please? I promise I won't break anything important! Well, anything you can't replace. Actually, I can't promise that, but I'll try really hard!"
