Aria was naturally in guard mode by now. The Vampire was on their side, or so it seemed, and that assassin's arrow? He was either here as backup or to 'police' the Vampire on his mission. Or maybe, someone pulled the black-fucking-sacrament, and Aria or Cronic were now firmly in danger every second of every day. Aria hoped for the former! The half-Akaviri was tempted to yell, 'you missed!', but she didn't want to tempt fate, not after surviving so many dangerous battles over the past week. 

"Cronic, I'm going home now. We're bolting it shut like I said." Aria chirped along nervously before running off down the street back towards the shop.