Oliver reacted quickly when he realized what was going on. Sanguine had easily stopped the trio of thugs that had thought to back up their compatriot. But now there was a new threat storming in their direction. The woman was shaking, her voice filled with that about-to-crack roar so characteristic of someone ready and willing to make rash decisions in the name of rage. The Cleric produced his tomahawk and slowly eased his way into the woman's path before she could reach his partner.

The violence with which this woman strode toward the vampire was impressive, but she was no match for either of her opponents, let alone both of them. The Paladin gently pressed the flat top of his tomahawk against the woman's neck, keeping her from moving any further forward unless she wanted to try her luck with the blade or the spike of the axe. "How about we start by calming down?" he challenged. "You don't get to talk to her like that." he added firmly, waiting for an excuse to wipe the floor with the woman. She started to yell again, but didn't get out a whole syllable before the warrior had smacked her across the face with the flat of his throwing axe. "You calm the hell down, or I'll do it for you." he promised. He'd struck her just hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to do any real damage. He was just trying to make a point. 

Lucky for her, she managed to take a deep breath. Angry as she was, the woman did seem to understand that she could, quite possibly, be out of her league. "We'd be more than happy to replace your potion. You're going to have to show us some patience, though." he started. "You can start by telling us what kind of potion it was. Do you have a recipe, or know where we can get one?" If she bought it straight off the shelf it would be a different story, but at this point he was pretty sure it would be easier to make her a new potion than it would be to buy it, if she really had saved for a whole year to get it. Whatever it was...