Elizabeth went about her job baiting vampires...who knows...maybe she'd catch one hiding in the woodworks of the town. 

After shifting things slightly, and placing the bloodpacket in a place where it would continue to drip on its own, she looked like she made a point of wiping what blood there was on the knife on a little bit of her shirt, which was black, sliding the knife in place and shifting her clothes again. She stepped back a few steps, looking things over. But then she took a deep breath and sighed, almost irritatedly- her shoulders sloping downwards at the released of this sigh.

 "Old man..." she growled slightly, turning to look at Marl, who she had known had been there. "I can't do my job if you're standing right there."

Yeah, she could talk like this freely..people weren't outside the bar yet- it would be several hours probably until they drank enough to need to clear their heads. Certainly any vampire hiding in there would know that too. For once, although she was hungry, she was glad she wasn't in there to grab her next meal.