Look, here's the thing: Ash has a general idea of what's going on. She remembers a year and change of being an inmate, she knows who her warden is, she knows it's around the time of month floods happen, and whatever her is supposed to be here was charitable enough to leave a little note behind in their "shared" cabin to give a basic rundown. She is fully aware that she's been dragged into some other Ashton's reality by a flood, and even just that on its own has left her irritable.

(This instance of him is not particularly into interior design? Potentially just not into design in general? It's mildly depressing. Get some wall art! Think about a coffee table! There are so many abjectly boring and plebian options that would still improve this cabin. Actually, he's fairly sure he recognizes it, which is also depressing -- it was not a particularly interesting apartment! He had it maybe half a decade ago! Why any version of him would have had it as their cabin is beyond him. Did this girl not move out? Is that really the impression she's giving anyone who visits her cabin? Bizarre.)

...This version of her also apparently does not own facial cosmetics, and that's the point at which she takes a very deep breath (that she absolutely does not need), steadfastedly resolves not to punch the wall, and stalks her way towards the commissary instead. Presentation is important.

He's lighter on his feet than Ashton usually is; more graceful, and in a considerably more elegant way than Ash's regular predator's grace. Intermittently, every now and again he simply -- blinks forward in space a few meters midstep without breaking his stride. ...He also looks slightly less dead than Ashton usually does, but 'slightly less dead' from that basepoint is still recognizably unalive, if someone had any reason to look for that.

Is it an absolutely unseasonable and flagrantly inefficient use of disciplines? Yes. Are there any limits on the amount of blood Ash can get from the kitchens without even having to feed on someone -- an action which he would love to do, don't get him wrong, but with the state of things it seems a good way to pick a poorly-judged target and get hunted down for it? No. So he'll do it so much more often than he should, because what's stopping him? Why shouldn't he/

And it reinforces to her that she is still kindred, even with most of her disciplines sealed away. She can still do this. She's not incapable.

If she opts to turn down a different hallway than usual, just in the off chance this stranger's path and hers aren't only aligned by complete coincidence down these past few stretches, it's not much of a sacrifice. Cosmetics can wait five minutes while she salves her intermittent paranoia.