Adrian was quiet, listening to the disdain for the vampires and other stories as to how she had arrived in her current predicament. She had retreated to the cell's corner, not something he could rightly blame the vampiress for in this particular situation, as she recited her tale. He might not have been inclined to believe the vampiress under most circumstances, but this was hardly such. Even if the story wasn't completely true, she had been under the hunting gaze of the vampires of her kind rather than just the humans like him. Her apparent knowledge on the Vampire King being limited honestly was irrelevant at this point. She was proof they could be captured now, which would mean more attempts and lives would be lost trying to take stronger, more ruthless ones that cared not for the survival of humans in the slightest. Her tale was harrowing, to say the least, and her last statement caught his attention. [b]"Why would the Vampire King require...does he intend to take over the world, rather than simply rule a large sect of his species?"[/b]

Adrian formed his question like that for a reason, being able to see the difference between her and normal vampires, even if he couldn't bring himself to sympathize for a vampire, even in dire straits like these, he had his own deep seated horror story from his first encounter with the blood suckers. But her last comment implied this was forced, and he sat down, next to the bars on a stool, rifle resting on his back. [b]"I can't guarantee your safety once we arrive at the keep. Each of us has a horror story comparable to yours, without that ray of hope at the end in many cases, but I'll do what I can to see you properly treated with all dues to a prisoner."[/b] A commotion above the brig level made Adrian stand, rifle in hand as he trained it on the door. It was fortunate that he had, as the hinges of the door were blown off as a vampire warrior came roaring through, only to slam backwards hard, one of the Slayer bolts from his rifle having found its mark within the beasts chest. From the sounds from the now open doorway, there was heavy fighting, and realization dawned on Adrian's face. [b]"That blasted fool of a navigator! He flew us too low to the trees, and your hunters found enough purchase to board the ship. This is bad, there is no way in hell they are going to win this..."[/b] He was clearly not prepared to die here, rifle braced with his one arm, an old Webley Revolver in his other hand, a fixed snarl on his face. He was not giving up his life, this ship, or their prisoner lightly. It hadn't even dawned on him about even considering unlocking her cage, as he was in full fight mode right at this moment, ready for the next intruder.