Mira sighed, partly at her companions' dumps on Klaus and partly at the suggestion. She had been relatively lucky compared to other vampires--violence was never a large part of her life before or after death. So the idea of fighting another vampire alone exhausted her a bit. "I suppose it would be for the best. Though perhaps you should instruct the whole family," she added. "Theodora is lively but young, Adelisa could use the confidence. Otto and Theodora could use the discipline. But overall they all need to be able to defend themselves against the Blackmoores should anything happen..." 

As they continued on, a beautifully haunting and sad voice filtered out from a nearby club. The vampire slowed in her pace, eyes flickering to club Tortuga; she noted a few mortal men had taken heed of the voice even out on the streets. One was openly weeping. She simply hummed, "Hm," looking the club up and down as if it was the cause of the man's distress. [i]Don't the Blackmoores have a siren of sorts?[/i] she thought, making a point not to speak aloud; she didn't want to instigate her companions who had just made their feelings on the rival clan clear.