Milo was feeling mixed emotions to say the least. Part of her was happy at meeting new people and part of her just wanted to slaughter them all. Torture them. And sadly the crueler part happened to be the larger. She wanted blood. Blood. But she would have to calm herself. The more crazy she acted the less people would be around her. So no matter what she would have to stay calm. Nicer. She couldn't draw people closer without a good personality. And if people weren't close, no food, not blood, no death, no nothing. Nothing of importance would come from a good personality. Living things were so confusing.