Feeding off of the energy and excitement of her family members, Trixy jumped away from Magnus, ingoring his gentle shove. Her black leather trench billowed out behind her as she moved. Ever-watchful eyes scanned the room, all of the humans were still unconscious from Maria's banshee-boy's screech. 

"I'm always game for a good time, but are we going to just leave them like this?" she asked, the question was devoid of empathy or genuine care for the humans, it was more of a cover-your-ass kind of question. She took her place beside Alistair with a smile and absentmindedly put her hands on the hip holsters that held her dual glocks.