[color=#9A42FA][h3]Vanessa Poirier[/h3][/color]
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Nessa took the canteen from the woman - Beck - after a brief pause and an untrusting look. She opened the thing, smelling the liquid inside. Water. Pure, it seemed. And while Nessa didn't trust the ex-military now-slayer, she did trust her own sense of smell which was pretty on point. Besides, she didn't want to start spitting on the van floor. Not that she cared if the van got dirty, but she didn't want to look ridiculous. Taking a careful first sip, Vanessa took her time making sure the water was clean before downing the gulp.
[color=#9A42FA]"Maybe that's for the best,"[/color] the ravenette replied rather shortly at the question of her name. Then she seemed to think it over once more. [color=#9A42FA]"Olivia. But you may call me Nessa,"[/color] Nessa said then. She wasn't at all fond of her full name, so using her middle name felt easier. And safer, too. Beck had earned the right for her name, anyway.
Vanessa wondered whether the woman was at all aware of the kind of vampire she was. Most slayers weren't. There was almost no data of Nessa's kind as they were few and far between. Maybe Beck wasn't questioning why Nessa had spared her, which really was more than okay with Vanessa. The less information she shared, the better.