[i]"I hope you're all familiar with the phrase, 'clear as a crystal', for I'll accept none less."[/i] 
How was she, thinking like that? Perhaps he was too quick to judge, yet regardless, every inch of Alex hated her. She was rude, about her place, and downright ignorant. They didn't need a blood hunt to find this guy especially if this many kindred had been contacted about it. Alex let his eyes move over each of the others in the group, letting his first impressions decide his opinion of them all. It didn't take a second for him to develop a repulsion to the Malkavian on the end. Despite whatever madness this one had, Alex felt she was no threat. His instincts gave him the briefest inkling that she was the only one of the group that could see his crimes through ability, as the 'aura' of someone like him stood out from the figure of anyone else. His attention shifted elsewhere pretty quickly and stopped on a kindred he couldn't quite guess... Regardless, they seemed pretty friendly with their waste-of-space and self-proclaimed leader. Alex glanced over at the younger looking undead that had almost slammed into him before all of this started. He couldn't quite guess her clan but his instincts told him Brujah. Lastly, he drew his eyes to the un-child. He frowned quietly and silently sighed. Why someone had bothered to change a child, he didn't understand and how the Prince hadn't ended its life he was completely baffled. 

They were expected to work together despite all their misaligned and disagreeing differences. Alex could almost laugh at it all. What he'd give to be free of this mess to do exactly as he'd originally planned. He was hungry and pretty desperate right now. The sickening desperation of his fixation was still brewing in his stomach like a boiling kettle of water, rattling around more and more the longer and hotter it got. He'd be frustrated before the night was over if the chance to feed wasn't around. He lived his current mix of girlfriends and killing one of them wasn't on his list of things to do any time soon. Although hearing them scream and cry for help, trying to run from something they couldn't see was always a delight. He relished in that. As much as he was a lover of beauty and talent, the deepest part of him lingered for the sheer terror of what he called The Chase. Alex smiled to himself and felt the shiver of hunger ripple over his skin at the thought of his planned evening; so long as he could get away from this hunt with time to spare.