Alpha: We don't mean harm. Can you talk? Go on, and try to kill us, but know two things: One, I do not die easily. Two, you must also kill my daughter because I will not leave this earth without her.
Beta: One night.
Alpha: Thank you.
Beta: Do not leave this hallway.
Lydia: Do you think I could wash up? Sorry momma, but the smell...
Alpha: Is there water?