Drusilla wouldn't have liked the Lambs very much. She didn't just dislike science, she didn't believe in it. She hated the idea of bits and molecules and wires. She hated the idea of anything that told people how they were supposed to work. The vampire saw it every day in her poor, broken Spike. She'd rip the Lambs to pieces to keep them from doing the same thing to the other creatures of the night.

With a smile of her own, her blissfully free of troublesome science, Drusilla crept forward and rested a cold hand on Juni's shoulder.