Lydia

Even so, he cried out, twisting away from her though not intentionally, and tightened his grip on the biker's arm. While the other man echoed his pain, however, he did not pull away, staying obediently still. John, on the other hand, did move, throwing a snarl and a look over his shoulder even though the pain was already gone, one bullet already out of him. It occurred to him then, belatedly, what she was doing, and he huffed, still not happy but at least not ready to put her through a wall, and turned back to his meal, trying not to think that there were several more that needed to come out now that he could think at all.