The young rogue proved not entirely stupid when she took the chance to run. She also proved quite lucky when the head Blackmoore head called off the assassin--and she took heed. Klaus' gaze followed the rogue's silhouette as it disappeared around a corner, his own arms uncrossing. He stepped back, ready to leave the family to clean up their own mess when he felt a tickle at his mind. Scowling, he turned his head to the source: Beatrix was reaching out with her mind, pulling back only when she found his to be so old. 

Supposing it would be rude at this point to just walk away (and it'd give off a message that he was afraid, and he couldn't have that), Klaus rested his hands in his jacket pocket and approached the family. His dark gaze flickered about at the dead rogues, his nose wrinkling at the pungent scent of vampire blood. "You all made a bit of a mess," he greeted, raising his brown eyes first to Alistair than to the rest of the family. 

Outwardly, he remained relaxed if a little irritated, but he made a point to stay alert. They clearly had their fair share of vampire blood--young, sure--but potentially dangerous nonetheless. The thought had his gaze lingering on Beatrix a moment longer. She seemed to be the most lethal of the group, not that he doubted the family head's own strength.