Rikive glanced over at Tony when he growled his warning about the presence of silver and a 'Hunter'. She couldn't see the man he spoke of from where she was in the room, but the lycanthropes were infamous for there sense of smell. While silver wasn't a threat to her, it was made obvious earlier that any small bit of metal slicing through the air at highspeeds was enough to hurt her. She also never had the displeasure of meeting a Hunter, but she had heard enough horror stories from other's to feel suitably wary. Even if they were normal mortals. "I want to know how they found us." She muttered.

As Parael posed his question and the woman responded Rikive pressed her lips into a thin line. The muscles in her jaw ticking for a few moments before she lost her inner battle. She started laughing. A full belly laugh at that, her stomach muscles were starting to hurt as the light sound poured from her lips. She knew this was an extremely inappropriate time to be laughing. The very disorganized group was on the run and hiding from the demonic ancient taking control of the city. Their base was already possibly compromised depending on how in the Nine Worlds the two people outside found them...But she couldn't help it.

In her mind she could very easily picture Parael, sitting in a small jail cell either crying or pouting because of the stain on his clothes. And that would be the only reason he would be upset, he wouldn't have given a damn about being arrested. Just that his coat had a small spot of wine on it. 

And it was red wine, on a red coat! 

Yes, it certainly sounded like this woman had met Parael. 

Reigning in her laughter she tried to grow serious once again. She could tease him about it later. And she very well intended too after the grief he gave her for being arrested herself.