Vanessa waited patiently while Toony vacuumed Maracun. For a brief moment, she saw it. The flash of plastic against the surrounding lights, flitting quickly towards Toony's vacuum tube. With surprising speed, Vanessa grabbed it before it entered into the opening of Toony's vacuum and was potentially destroyed. The ID confirmed Vanessa's suspicions. Tossing the card back towards Toony's vacuum, Vanessa vanished with a pop. The crewmembers knew that she had teleported, but the Twitcher before them would likely be in for a start. Vanessa reappeared again a few moments later. There were several different things to note about Vanessa now. The first was that she was no longer wearing her dress, and was back to a suit. The second was that her body shape was back to it's usual thin form. The third was that she now had her rifle, the fourth was that her rifle was now loaded, and the fifth and final thing to note was that Vanessa had her rifle leveled at Maracun.

Her finger millimeters from the trigger, Vanessa gave a firm command. "Hands up, don't move otherwise. Tell me what you have done with the staff here. If you make any sudden movements or don't follow my commands I will happily shoot you and get my answers elsewhere." Vanessa's glasses were pushed into place, rather than merely resting somewhere along her nose. Her cheek was pressed gently against the stock of her rifle, and with keen enough vision you could see the faint reflection of the sights that Vanessa's rifle had in Vanessa's glasses. Vanessa currently aimed her rifle at Maracun's head. Traditionally, the best place to aim a projectile weapon was into the center of mass, which was usually the torso. The problem here was that Maracun's center of mass was really his head more than anything else, since it was the largest thing on his body. Thus, Vanessa aimed there in order to have the best possible chance of hitting him and likely slaying him should he try anything funnier than he had already been attempting.

Vanessa's senses went into overdrive at this point. She could hear the faint whir of ventilation fans around the landing deck along with the faint buzz of The Bees over the background noise. She could see the individual twitches that Maracun's feelers made, and could smell a diverse collection of various bodily odors along with mechanical smells such as fuel, exhaust, and oil. Her secret as a vampire was blown, so Vanessa might as well make use of every ability afforded to her to gain the upper hand. In the end, vampires were still just slightly improved humans, and some other species throughout the galaxy were almost natural predators against humankind. In those types of encounters, you had to play to your strengths and exploit the weaknesses of those you were up against.

Vanessa only hoped that it would be enough.