"Fine, dick," Shay mumbles, shaking away her distracting thoughts. "I have other treats at my disposal." Her backpack, which has been weighing her down since the beginning of this fun-filled mission, is now being ripped open. Her hand squeezes around a pack and she takes it out, waving it temptingly at the creature. "Didn't I say you looked like someone who might enjoy the taste of type-O? Well here, this one's on me." Aiming for the stars, she throws the blood bag as hard as possible.