Gray didn't take his gaze off of the prone figure. "Alright August. We'll do it that way." He leaned forward to look at her closer. To an untrained personage this vampire looked quite dead but if a vampire never moved they would be mistaken for a corpse because they were.

The hunter took a steady grip on the spike and on their captive's left shoulder and began tugging. The puckering wound issued out globs of dark blood as the spike was carefully removed. The air was permeated by the sick sound of a pressurized wound letting air in. Discarding the stained piece of metal into the hallway he noted Karram was coming. "Hey. If you're joining us I'd suggest staying at the door. We don't need everyone in here but we just might need your help in a moment." Gray turned back to their guest and addressed both August and Karram. "She'll be stirring soon." Finally he took a seat, rubbing his shoulder absentmindedly.