Elise frowned in response to the bald scum's ominous threat. It thought that it could kill her, and she had no doubt that it wanted to. That was the thing with Supernaturals: they could be reasonable if it would keep them alive, but ultimately their only purpose had always been to cause harm to others. It deserved death, but she could not give it that while more were present. A group of them might stand a chance against her, and more would be destroyed in the long run if she lived now. Thus, she had no desire for conflict, so did her best to play the bald monster's game.

[color=Crimson]"Really?"[/color] she asked it. [color=Crimson]"I think the Librarian could use something to set himself straight. Faith, I've found... it gives a certain sense of purpose. Helps a person focus on what's important."[/color]

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Fable was searching for a way out. The only door lead back into the main room of the bar. The window, well, it was a bathroom window. Even though Fable could probably fit her small frame through it, this would not leave enough room to avoid cutting herself on the shards of glass that would be left if she were to break the window. Besides, she'd seen the other window already broken today; Rebecca didn't need to deal with another one. Of course, Fable could hide in a cubicle, but that would be far too obvious once Elise inevitably searched the room. The only viable option she could see was to go back into the main room and try to slip past Elise. Of course, she could try to kill her sister, but unlike her, Fable had lost no love for her twin when they'd been driven apart. She could see now that Elise was evil, but the thought of ending her life still seemed... difficult.

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Elise found the situation funnier and funnier as more and more people got involved. All this posturing and threatening - typical Supernatural agression - and all she'd done was ask for someone. It was as if they were trying to provoke her, and in a way, they were. She was making mental notes of the faces (and, when she could, names) of everyone who seemed to be Supernatural in this room, something which was pathetically obvious by their hostility towards her and her Brother, the other Hunter. 

Turning to Darnies, Elise said, simply [color=Crimson]"I'm not here to fight. I'm just looking for my sister. You people are right that I don't like you, but is that really my fault? I've walked into a bar and been threatened by a man with a gun, then everyone who involved themselves except that Japanese man has seemed to think I'm the problem here. Can you really blame me?"[/color]

Elise hated calling the creatures in this bar people. They weren't, and they should be thanking her for flattering them with such a term. But, of course, she was not in a tactically advantageous position here. She would have to play by their rules, or die.