"eto piz`dets! ty che, blyad?” Roman spat at the TV screen, his knuckles deep in what the locals call food and shoved it ungratefully in his mouth as he leaned back in a rickety aluminum folding chair. His other hand balancing a pint of warm beer, wincing as he took a sip. "Do you guys see this shit?" Pointing at the headline with his beer hand. "I should be there, in Russia-fighting with blood brothers against blood suckers!" The aggrivation in his voice was easily noticed and Roman rarely gave a damn if others didnt like it. Rin just watched silently, but listened closely to what Mithias was saying. Giving a psychic nod in The Vampires direction to acknowledge that even if Rome was busy ranting she would know what to do.

Rin-aziel partially separated with Roman just to lean in closer towards the lunch table they were all conferencing around, with the exception of Roman and a few others gawking at the Television. Her form took that of a petite dark haired woman with a short haircut commonly seen in the United Kingdom, her figure covered in the illusion of military fatigues in muted colors. Albeit the perceptive eye would notice her constant waivering figure, most would be too distracted by the obvious pale vampire. 

Rin raised a gentle hand as to grab Mithias' attention. "Well, two questions actually... Who may i ask had the bright idea of placing a unit in which our commanding officer is a Vampire, in a country who prides themselves in getting rid of said vampires, and orders us to parade around the biggest tourist attractions as if dangling a large chunk of meat in front of a hungry beasts mouth?" Rin gave a sarcastic smile pausing between her next question. "So... Why didnt we come here sooner?" A wide toothy grin came across her face. The anxiety in Romans veins mixed with her lustfull romance with death made her so giddy she could hardly contain herself.