"Hey! Lady! What's going on in there?"

The dancing girl struggled to regain control of her emotions.  Her fear had taken over.  She was a strategic planner, always with several plans.  She was controlling by nature.  Being caught off guard, having no plan was almost more terrifying than the danger.  Her mind had frozen and she had ran in a panic.  She berated herself, berated herself for the stupidity of simply running for the nearest exit.

"A vampire," she said as she straightened and listened to the fight behind her, "killing everyone she can- and myself after that."

She looked at the man who had simply climbed through a window.  It reminded her of many men she'd encountered over the decades: thieves,  brigands and assassins.  It wasn't just that he had climbed through a window but how he did so, with fluidity and grace.  Now that she was out of immediate danger she was capable of thinking.  Perhaps the Vardo wasn't the best opportunity.  Maybe she could use this man?  No, she didn't know him.  Thieves weren't known for altruism.  She didn't have time to barter for his services.  Yes, her mind was working again.

"I need my wagon," she said suddenly and dismissively, waving her slender bejeweled hand dismissively as a princess or queen would do, "Those battling inside will not prevail without my help."

The dancing girl was no more, something else moved in her place.  Her form had not changed.  She was still the young ebon haired woman covered in copper and brass bangles but her poise, her demeanor had transformed as she shed her previous identity.  She moved, differently, still with grace but with a more determined efficient stride that implied a modicum of haste and unwasted energy.

"You may accompany me if you wish or venture inside and perish in battle."

This was untrue.  While he might certainly be of aid inside the room, she coldly had decided she needed a protector in case the battle shifted towards the vardo wagon.  He could do well as a stumbling stone, a minor delay that could be of aid and preserve her life at the cost of his own and that was quite fine with her.

Not waiting to see if he would follow she strode towards the wagon, pulling out a key as large as her small hand for the lock and promptly ignored the man dying man clinging to both life and the wooden spokes of her wagon wheel.  Her own life was more important.  She needed to get things from her wagon and fight this vampire.  Maybe the young thief would attend him in his dying moments.  She cared not but such would be so much the better.  It would keep him outside and provide more distraction should the battle spill out.