Listening to the others talk made her want to scream and run off into the night to finally get some action going! Instead she plucked at her white T-Shirt and pink blouse that she had bound into a knot at her navel instead of buttoning it down. Her boots shifted on the asphalt as she resettled her weight onto the other leg. Some habits she just couldn't let go of. Nessa thought of that little boy who had gotten abducted and let out a silent curse as impatience rose within her, threatening to make her go all Flash around town. Had she managed to memorize that licence plate? She thought hard, picturing the car, the man, the kid . . . The man had been in a suit. No one in the outer circle had a suit, let alone knew what a suit was. Most just had two or three sets of jeans, worn off shirts and a jumper or two. 

Her attention shifted as conversation was picked up again. It was rather weird watching the scene. Here they were, vampires, standing in the middle of the street, talking about their abilities and a manhunt in public, not a care in the world. Go masquerade! And they did seem to be a weird lot. Nessa couldn't quite tell what clans the others came from, except for their Nosferatu leader, which was really obvious. She wasn't keen on being here but somehow she had the sensation that she didn't have a choice. The prince called and you obeyed, that was what her sire had said, before he'd left her to fend for herself. Great man that was! First he saved her from the brink of death just to leave her shortly before dawn – just because he'd been bored.  

The boy moved and Nessas eyes travelled in his direction. Was that a lighter? The small flame coming out of it made her wince and back away about five steps, until she almost stumbled into pretty-boy. Why the heck would he have a light – and fucking use it! That crazy little . . . boy. She straightened her back again, huffing slightly as she tugged at her clothing, not daring to look at the glimming cigarette in his hand. She'd learned the hard way to stay the hell away from fire! Then the brat spoke and Nessa couldn't quite follow. Room made of wood? And who was he referring to? Who was this sugar-bell? She looked around, surely it was one of the other vampires. Shoving her hands into her pockets she looked about, waiting for something – anything – to happen. She wasn't the best type for waiting. Nah, she'd rather be doing stuff right now. Like, say, saving a small boy from a potentially dangerous man in a funny suit and car? Yeah, sounded like a plan. 

Her eyes wondered about, coming to rest upon the Nosferatu, looking through her as she got lost in thought once more. Someone else must have seen. Perhaps someone had taken down a licence plate number?