((These references are getting over my head.))
Ana stood, looking around. Her stomach growled. "Do you people have food?" she inquired, her mechanical voice full of need. Her desires were getting stronger because she was surrounded by warm, fresh meat. Even if it was all still living and walking around. She clenched her hands into fists. It had been a while since she had been around this many people. A bit of blood trickled from her palms. It was dark, black with just a trace of red.