In truth, the Moon Presence took notice of her and for the last couple of weeks she's been brushing her teeth to get the taste out of her mouth from those Umbilical Cords.
Even now she's slowly lessening the doses of blood she's been using the spice up her cuisine, because nothing else tastes as pungent anymore.
It also doesn't help that there's that human-sized Victorian Doll in the corner of her room, waiting patiently for her to initiate Contact. The worst part is that nobody but her seems to notice the Doll, so she's been trying to sell her Insight at random fountains in her neighborhood, with less that satisfactory results.