"He doesn't, you bastard," spat Seras back, her red eyes fairing behind her glasses, "I mean, come on he hates you, you git!"

She was rather pissed and followed Vyv up the stairs before she ripped Rick's arms off. She had totally forgotten the bag of cleaning supplies that Bar had given her in her hand. She also managed to get some booze and snacks to bring, and she had her own packet of blood.