Despite the situation at hand, Liza could only snort in slight humor. 
“God forbid we not rant about soiled clothing.” Liza mumbled just loudly enough to be heard, rolling her eyes all about as she did.

She stood from the bed and walked past Alice over to the fridge, opening it and taking out a plump packet of blood, crimson even in the dark apartment. She lay it on the small counter nearby and then reached back into the fridge, fishing her hands around for something in particular.

“Well Alice, to answer one of your questions,” Liza said,”aside from Vampires and werewolves, there are also witches, warlocks, and supposedly gargoyles.
To answer another question of yours, about returning to your shop, well, I’m not sure. Maybe in a few days or weeks, maybe a decade, maybe never. Or just open a new one someday.”

Liza stepped back and closed the fridge door with her bare foot. In her hands she carried what looked like a very small packaged chicken or duck, wrapped tightly in plastic. She lay it right next to the packet of blood, both crammed tightly into the tiny counter. She then reached for a boiler at the back of the stove near the counter.
“And,” she said,”as for your question on how Liam escaped from such a high balcony, I dunno’, I wasn’t there to judge. Nor do I know why the most powerful and ancient Vampire in New York wants his head. I can tell you that he’s obviously quite strong, Liam I mean, outmatched three to one and still escaping. He’s not very smart though, out on the hunt for blood at such a public and crowded event. Perhaps that’s why he’s being pursued. Other Vampires tend not to take it nicely when their own act sloppy and risk exposing the existence of their entire kind.”

As she talked, Liza filled the boiler with water, and then set it on the front burner of the stove, turning on the flame.