Putting a hand up and taking on a defensive posture, Priscilla laughed as she spoke. "Okay, don't mind me. Just that you looked like you were a local, and I have no idea what the locals look like here." She looked around at the beach, the tree-line and finally at the others. It was obvious that on closer inspection, these 'children' weren't entirely of human descent. That put Priscilla on edge, given her profession. If anyone actually recognised her as a Slayer, she might have some major trouble on her hands. Her smile drooped slightly and she spoke with less cheer in her voice. "Well I'm on the trail of this thing, so if you see something, say something. No scaly bastard gets away from me twice."