[center][h1][color=662d91]Genevieve Alleron[/color][/h1]
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[color=662d91][b]Location;[/b][/color] Washington Square
[color=662d91][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color][@ihinka][/center]

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As things calmed in the square and its surrounding perimeter, Genevieve took a moment to take stock of everything with a bit more clarity. Her own role in the defense of the grounds was now greatly diminished thanks to an empty magazine, and as she hadn't expected this much trouble, she had left her spare at home. It was a particularly foolish decision that she was already chiding herself on. If it wasn't for Blaine's quick reflexes, she might have been injured or worse. That however, raised other concerns. For the last few days she had been working to keep very clear dividers in her life between what she wanted secret, and what she allowed others to know. Assuming Blaine knew anything of the supernatural, then there would be some pretty strong signs that she was a hunter.

It didn't matter that she didn't associate with a lodge, or that her family weren't hunters, normal people generally regarded her kind as strange and on the level with conspiracy theorists. At least, the more open ones put out that image. Watching and making sure that they were now fully in the clear, Genevieve holstered her pistol, thumb brushing over the handle of her combat knife resting in its own. [color=662d91]"Thank you for the save."[/color] Coming up to Blaine's side, she glanced over the woman to see if there were any injuries, though it was a pointless endeavor since her first-aid skills were less than adequate. Once more, her tone was a bit awkward, though this time it was more for the fact that it was rare for her to be in someone else's debt like this.

[color=662d91]"I'm sure you caught on already, but those weren't normal wolves. Not by far."[/color] Maybe she wouldn't think she was crazy if she just went and told it like it was, though considering what they just went through it wouldn't be a hard sell. "Werewolves." Genevieve almost spat the word, her lip curling in distaste. [color=662d91]"Most likely ferals, though I wouldn't be surprised if the Salem pack was involved somehow. To think these creatures were once human."[/color] Her bias against them was showing now, her stance more rigid and on guard as she glared at the fallen outside the square. The few wounded ones were simply laying in the street, unable to move beyond weakly scrabbling at the pavement to try and limp away. Such was the power of silver.

[color=662d91]"Unfortunately I left my spare mag at home, so I don't think it would be wise to head back out."[/color] More gunshots sounded off around the square, joined by sirens and fresh shouting as it seemed the local lodges had decided to get involved. [color=662d91]"Looks like the other Hunters decided to do their duty, means we can take a moment to see about helping the wounded in the square. What do you think, Blaine?"[/color]