So much was happening at once and Mira found her attention split between her own family and the Blackmoores. Embarrassment and anger boiled under her cold surface as her own started a fight with the Blackmoores. However, fear for them was also felt and probably what was seen flickering across her face. At Theodora's mention of Klaus, however, she found herself managing to relax a little. She could use some mentoring from her sire, dealing with all this. And then the rogues--she was just glad to have a reason to leave--

Theodora tried to attack Alistair, who was promptly defended by his family. The scuffle lead to Praetor drawing his blade and Alistair doing the same. She couldn't speak for the Blackmoores, so she snapped at her own, "Theodora, drop it. We're leaving. Now. Praetor, for the love of God, put it away. I will not have blood drawn here--especially for mortals to see." Her voice lowered to a hiss toward the end, her gaze flickering about worriedly. Her eyes settled on Emilia with her blades, hoping she would allow Theodora to go without injury.

She knew her family was at fault here--therefore she was at fault. But it'd be no good to scold them now. They had to leave.