[Serra Britt]

Feenai numbly followed Shealtiel, clutching Jeanne's arm without much hope of deadening the panic inside her. The Tsavo man's actions didn't make any sense at all. Why is he eating...PEOPLE!? Despite her reservations about reading minds the previous night, a mixture of alcohol, panic, and Ruebella's laughing face in her mind pushed her to delve into the gunman's mind. She was expecting the usual pain from him but felt none. Instead it had been replaced by a ravenous hunger, one that seemed intent on eating everything it could get it's teeth on.

What...what IS he? My earlier assessment was right, there is something wrong with him. I doubt it has much to do with the torment he has gone through, because if he was that far broken to be comfortable with eating people, he wouldn't be so competent at everything else he's done. Curiosity was starting to overcome her panic and Feenai dropped further into his mind. So, your name is Lev...I will figure out what's wrong with you, I swear it.

Feenai pulled herself from his mind and hoped whatever the ravenous presence was, it couldn't tell that she had been there. She was ready to ask Shealtiel about it when she realized they were almost to the armory. She filed away the information on Lev for later, and opened her mind back to the Network to prepare for anything she might need to find out about this place.