Beth watched the woman through narrowed eyes, still off-put by her earlier comments. She eyed Autumn from head to toe and back again, trying to understand what made her so knowing. She found nothing. She could not even tell whether Autumn kept her secrets out of necessity or simply to annoy the rest of them. However, Beth was pleasantly surprised to hear a touch of honesty in Autumn's voice when she answered the second question. She frowned harder just to hide her smirk.

She had figured out Nemsemet's barrier shortly after learning of the Count's death and her undead fellows' betrayal. The tormented spirits, those with the old "unfinished business" routine going on, they had thought Nemsemet could relieve them of their tasks and chains, and finally end their afterlives. The rest simply weren't loyal, and some of the risen dead completely stupid besides, or got themselves vanquished. All of Beth's key contacts gone, in just one night. She'd tried to get out of town then, but found herself unable to move past the town border.

What she didn't know, until Autumn opened her mouth, was that someone else could get in. This information she kept locked away for another time. She nodded her acceptance of Autumn's story and looked at the others as the conversation rerouted to the capturing of a vampire. 

Beth unfolded her arms but remained close to the door. She gestured to Autumn. "Do your thing. Find us someone low on the food chain," she said, then looked at the hunter. "I'll go with him. If he decides not to play nice, at least he won't be able to kill me."