Again, the seadweller rolled her eyes and moved to cover his mouth to shut him the fuck up. She's fully expecting a bite, but he was still human, so she's not entirely worried about a bloody hand.

"His little null-blooded friend was operated on," she adds, even more dryly than before. "Every movement he makes pulses a psychic wave powerful enough to kill anyone on the lowblooded end of the hemospectrum." She points at Giles, voice beginning to crescendo with impatience. "That includes you, or any other human for that matter, hence his condition. He's already tried once to use it to kill himself. Now, are you going to continue to stand their uselessly gaping, or are you going to help me?"