Trixy watched as Mira Kingston's lap dog greeted them, albeit a bit rudely. There was a woman at the door that Beatrix had not seen before, but she looked a hell of a lot like Praetor in her style of dress, which couldn't mean anything good. Much like Praetor, the female vampire was so old that Trixy couldn't peer directly into her mind to tamper with it, she could just get brief rushes of feelings. Right now, judgement was dripping off of the stranger as she eyed up Trixy and her outfit. The jealousy of it made Trixy chuckle; either the bitch was jealous or attracted to her, whatever it was, she hid it with judgement. Just like Praetor.

When Alistair offered his arm for her to take, she might have blushed... you know, if she wasn't dead. She took his arm and smiled gracefully as they walked up the steps, making direct eye-contact with Auria as she walked by. The coldness in Trixy's eyes was so palpable, it was as if icicles were falling from her body with every step. She must have been gifted with the wrong vampiric ability, surely she was meant to be the snow queen - and no amount of love could thaw her frozen heart. But Trixy kept quiet until they found their seats, cool and collected, for now...