[Even though she's adapted to being... not human, but definitely not a vampire anymore, there's still the old predator instinct when Meg spots the stranger through a crack in the classroom door: Solitary, injured, empty building, easy mark; they'll just think they passed out from the injuries the next day.]
[She shunts it aside impatiently, seriously, get a grip.]
[Okay, next consideration. This could be an ambush: Have one person do a wounded-gazelle trick to draw in the samaritans, then all their friends gang up on them. Meg was scavenging the building for supplies before this, so she certainly has stuff to lose. But... nah, the injury looks too real, and she's pretty sure she'd hear any hidden people. She figures she'll take the gamble.]
[A woman (probably a woman from the voice, but the coat and bike helmet muddy the issue) knocks at the doorframe, tap-tap.] Yo. That looks pretty ugly.
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[She shunts it aside impatiently, seriously, get a grip.]
[Okay, next consideration. This could be an ambush: Have one person do a wounded-gazelle trick to draw in the samaritans, then all their friends gang up on them. Meg was scavenging the building for supplies before this, so she certainly has stuff to lose. But... nah, the injury looks too real, and she's pretty sure she'd hear any hidden people. She figures she'll take the gamble.]
[A woman (probably a woman from the voice, but the coat and bike helmet muddy the issue) knocks at the doorframe, tap-tap.] Yo. That looks pretty ugly.