Amid the sudden influx of students into the library, Dana Griese had shuffled surreptitiously in front of the table occupied by the group, pretending to pore over some tome laid out for inspection by the vampire hunting club - while, in reality, she was hastily stuffing a pair of large handguns into the bundle that had been made of her pea coat. She had gleefully laid them out at the librarian's request, sure he was testing each of them on their capabilities and methodologies. She had thought for sure her assumption was proven correct when Blaine pulled out his small crystal trinket.

After all, [i]these[/i] could make a Holy Flash...

[i]Buuuuuut[/i] she was not about to take the chance that the entire school was filled with supernatural minders that would turn a blind eye on weaponry within the school. Clearly America's happy-go-lucky munitions laws, though less stringent than those of her homeland, stopped applying when she took a step inside the school. And the exchange student possessing at least two hand cannons and a V-42 stiletto on her person at all times would no doubt raise questions, even among the jaded populace of Washington's local high school.

How foolish.

Bloodsucking demons could breach school grounds with little difficulty, of that Dana had no doubt. If they ever stayed at school late one night, and one were to approach her charge and attack, what means would Dana have to defend her with? A jury-rigged stake, fashioned from rulers and No. 2 pencils? Nonsense. She would need [i]something[/i] to carry on her person in case of a bind. But this school had - for good reason - not ever been proofed against the supernatural, and Dana lacked both the patience and the English to make a gripping appeal to the school board. So, in the meantime, a few little weapons!

...

[i][s](Big weapons have to stay in the trunk.)[/s][/i]

Only because Vicci-chan said so.

Speaking of, Dana needed to talk to her about this new series of developments later. While she had always been pigmentally challenged (which meant less than crap to Dana, who came from a country where pale skin very much remained a traditional sign of beauty) the dark-haired girl she protected looked positively rattled, having ceded even the usual faint red blush of her cheeks to a fearful porcelain color. It seemed as though the bullet points of this Slayer's life had adversely affected Victoria.

Dana thought it was awesome - almost as awesome as the fact that US Army tactics apparently worked on [i]vampires?[/i]

[i]This country is the best archenemy I could ever ask for![/i]

Of course, hotblooded as she was, Dana was not so blinded by her want of a good fight that she couldn't notice the reactions of those around her. It seemed that nobody else was taking news of the Slayer as well as she was - even Casey and Danny's glib, prying replies had been fraught with tension, suspicious and aloof.

"Well, so much for Sailor Moon," Dana scoffed, having bundled her weaponry safely in her coat and bundled that coat between her arms and abdomen. "Did you see? She ran away as soon as she saw us. [i]Slayer.[/i] She needs a spine. And Dior. She needs Dior in her life." 

Her delivery of English, though still retaining the unfamiliar staccato of her learning days, had grown fluid and forceful; she seemed grouchy that she had been in the same room with the Slayer without [i]either[/i] of them being tossed bodily through three bookcases. 

"And the...library man," she continued. "I don't care what he says. If his job is...this Slayer. The Slayer will be his priority. We will be...afterthought. [i]Afterthoughts.[/i] Did you see? He's already absolved himself. In case we die. Or in case she lets us die."

Dana pulled on her coat, after making sure that both her pistols were safely fastened from the inside.

"Fuck that," the Japanese exchange student grumbled. "This Slayer. This library man. They need [i]us[/i] too. And I'm going to go tell the Slayer that today. [i]Welcoming committee.[/i]"