[Blaine was coming to refill his bottle of water. He had it halfway to his lips to finish off the rest when he walked into what looked like a massacre with bloody smears and parts everywhere. He stopped and slowly lowered the bottle as he looked around. There was someone singing horribly and a nearly overwhelming smell of copper. If he wasn't so familiar with it he might have gagged. There was nothing like the smell of so much bloody meat, even if it wasn't rotten.

He lets his voice join hers in a better sing-song voice.]

...someone's been a busy girl~