"You fucking milk-coloured asshole," she's heard the stories of course; vampires can transform into blizzards of bats, they can leap the height of buildings, blah blah blah. Evidently, though, there's some truth to it, and yet her captor has been going through that whole charade of carefully locking and unlocking her cell-- for what? Fuck if Gideon understands, and so Lenore is left with her colourful parting words in baffled retaliation.

But! She's been granted a longer leash, some freedom to move, and a pack of cards that make the drawn-out hours more interesting than counting stones. Feeling better fed and better rested than she has in an indeterminate stretch of time, she'll fill the hours until she's next visited with crunching her body into sit-ups and press-ups, trying to feel out the limits of her returning strength. With trying to get a better feel for the cards so she can beat Lenore's ass at them next time.