Getting back to the bunker had not been easy, especially considering Beth and the boys had little to no idea how long the vampire would remain unconscious. On top of that, the only driving skills Beth possessed she learned joyriding. To say the trip was bumpy would be an understatement. 

Nonetheless, she got them there, and once they stuffed the girl into the hands of everyone else, she joined the long line of folks waiting to give Parael a talking to.

With that passed, Beth paced languidly from one side of the room to the other closest to the door. Her sight pinned on the vampire while the others began recuperations. She bound the girl's hands with some rope she found in another room. It wasn't much to keep a vampire prisoner, but even she would have to think twice before trying to break out of the bunker with a group of very pissed off supernaturals.

"I agree with Rikive." Beth halted to speak, arms crossed over her ethereal chest. "The Queen will have to wait. If this is how badly we fuck up against a bunch of thralls and Rikker's buddies, we've no hope of getting closer to Nemsemet." She'd had doubts before, but following the monumental failure at the Rusty Steak Knife, her mind began playing out as many scenarios as possible to find some way of making it out of this mess alive -- or, well, unchanged. 

She took a few steps closer to the rest of the group, her attention still split with the vampire. "It's obvious Parael should not be giving orders," she continued, shooting him a scolding look. It felt strange being on the other side of one. "I would elect Tony, for his background. Perhaps even Flint."