The name given, Alistair, was vaguely familiar when it was projected into the air. Perhaps Mira had mentioned the rival family head a time or two, though Klaus didn't get a chance to return the introduction. Realization flickered across Klaus' eyes and faded away to a serious frown. This looked bad for Mira, no doubt: the rival family ambushed by a group of faceless rogues while a vampire with a link to the Kingstons watched over. Klaus grimaced inwardly, though, and made a point to state, "I'm not a Kingston, love. I don't fit in with the bunch." 

He had plans to go on and reaffirm that he nor the Kingstons had anything to do with the ambush when the female stepped away from Alistair to approach him. He tensed at her sudden and bold movement, but managed to stay his ground when she stopped in front of him, staring curiously into his eyes. Then her fingers rose to brush his skin and he blinked, eyebrows furrowing together. 

"And you have a daring one," he responded, raising his arm to take her wrist away from his face. "As for other 'ancients,' it's inevitable that you meet others--even if you don't particularly want to." He momentarily rose his eyes to Alistair as if wondering what this sort of behavior meant. Klaus wasn't terribly unkind, however, and waited patiently for her continue.