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The young woman seemed to react very scarcely to the disturbance, the wind from the explosion breezing through her short locks as she finished the task of loading her weapon. Her grin faded into something of a smirk as she twirled the weapon on her finger with an unerring amount of skill. She then holstered the weapon at her left leg, the butt of the grip pointing forward as she stepped up beside Aubrey, eyeing him up curiously.

It was true, she was never really one to care much for the goings on of mortal folks, despite the fact that she, herself, was still quite mortal. Though there was always something so undeniably fascinating about the minions of darkness. She supposed for a brief moment that this is why she was here, why she had even become a hunter. It didn't really matter, though.

The sight of those scrambling to the now brightly burning club induced her gag reflex quicker than she thought possible as he glanced away from Aubrey and down toward a said particular human, "Mmm.. see him, too, eh? Heh. Not the talkative type, I see." Were the vampire to actually take any particular note of her, he'd likely recognize her, or at least her weaponry from local urban myth. She hadn't built much of a reputation, thankfully, as a slayer for hire, but it seemed all the right people knew who she was these days.

"Not thinking of going after him, are you? Hm, you're just full of poor decisions tonight." she said, an overly jesting tone taking her voice as she brought a hand up to swipe away a lock of hair from her eyes.