"You're up early." A low sultry voice remarked.
I'd heard her voice before. It had occasionally spoken when the Hands of Death had been trying to eat me. I flattened myself further into the warm bed, Maille had made for me. I was in more trouble then I'd thought. I knew Maille had no intention of harming me, but this other voice. I wasn't so sure. I vaguely remembered that tone, chattering like one of us once. Higher pitched, longer length. I hadn't liked it. It had thrown me and my companions into a frenzy. (She'd screamed. I'm pretty sure that she can break glass with a voice like that. Though I haven't had her try it yet.)
"Me? Well, I-I couldn't sleep." Maille replied. I heard the banging of metal, a hiss of air like something was cooking, then a scent of food. "It was too cold last night."

"You didn't complain at all about being cold this last winter. And why are you cooking bacon? You don't eat bacon."

Whoa, they'd been living together for at least a year. Again, I have no idea how I didn't pick up on this.

"I needed some protein, this was the closest thing, and I don't like rubbery bacon. If it's thick and doesn't bend, I like it just fine."
"But why are you complaining of the cold?"
"I'm probably coming down with a cold or something Isabelle, what's with the twenty questions again?"

Again? Did Isabelle query Maille often then? Why?

"You were pretty late getting home last night, Did Howard keep you later?"

Ah. Jealousy. She wanted to stay at work later with Howard, and she was jealous that Maille had. 
Of course, I made all these connections later. Which was annoying. This could have been more helpful in the moment. Namely, I would have bitten Isabelle as often as possible. You know, to discourage her from going anywhere near the creep. And some revenge. Personal justice.

Maille exhaled. "You know he keeps us as late as possible. I got stuck cleaning up a spill in the cleaning closet."
"The...closet."
"Yah, I'd gone in there earlier to grab a new syringe, and apparently I moved something a bit too far, in any case Howard came in later and found the mess. It took me a while to clean it up."

If you want to sell a lie. Don't go into too much detail. It makes people suspicious. Though, of course, with Isabelle, too much detail is better then too little. Otherwise that jealousy rages again.

"Oh, I'm glad I wasn't there then." Isabelle said, sounding mollified.

She never liked working more then she had to. Cleaning up messes, she would avoid at all costs.

"I wish I hadn't been there either, I still feel like I smell like the cleaning agents. Bacon?"

"I can't smell it on you.....and....Thanks."

~Martin Elek