Sometimes reality beggared metaphor. Fucking Vampire Cops, as if the real kind weren't blood sucking parasites enough. Misty placed her pistol on the ground and straightened up placing her hands behind her head and interlacing her fingers, having no desire to be shot and or sabered having just escaped from being shot and or bayonetted by Aberlinne. She kept the buzz of arcane power alive in her mind, just in case a quick exit should be required.

"What seems to be the problem Officer," she said, unable to completely eradicate the urge to snark.

Mitra, already in some pain from starting to shift back, practically screeches as the vampires come out of nowhere in his eyes. He's not inclined to drop his shotgun, even with their guns aimed at him, and instead leans away. There's a soft hissing noise that it takes him a moment to realize, it's him, and he cuts it off lest they assume he's trying to be aggressive. Kendra's talking, but he realizes he can barely process her words. He sets down the gun and winces - his skin is stretching and cracking as he's trying to shift back - but doesn't put his hands up, instead opting to wrap them around himself as if that'll ward off the pain.

The mood of the vampires immediately brightens upon hearing Kendra reveal her connection to Trinity. "Ah yes. Trinity did indeed call us out here tonight." The senior officer says as he sheaths his blade, the other vampires holstering their guns in turn. "She also asked us to tell you that this bailout settles the Debt you have on her." With that said, the senior officer turns to his colleagues. "Tyrone, cordon off the crime scene. Jeneice, radio in a healer from the Iron Guard." He orders. Both younger vampires nod at this. The black vampire with blond hair, presumably Tyrone, dons latex gloves and produces police tape. Meanwhile, the albino vampire with brown hair, Jeneice most likely, begins speaking into her radio. "If you would all kindly follow me downstairs, I just need to ask you a few questions and once we've got you all patched up you'll be free to leave." The older vampire reassures the group.

Kendra repressed the urge to sigh in relief as the cops put their guns away. Last thing they needed tonight was for their companions to get arrested, or worse, shot. Still, they weren't out of the woods quite yet, and Kendra still had to make up their mind what they were going to tell the Copper Web. Previous attempts to share their visions with authority figures hadn't gone well, and just because these lot were in-the-know about the supernatural didn't mean they were going to take them any more seriously. Plus, there were otherelements of this story she had no idea how the officers would react to: their quest to find the Trader, Grace's involvement, Mitra's choice of employer. All these subjects felt like they could drastically alter the conversation in ways Kendra wasn't sure she was ready for right now. She supposed she would just have to play it by ear.

She nodded to one of the officers and made to follow then down the stairs.

Grace

Grace simply watched and listened to what was happening, while holding onto where she was wounded. When Kendra started to follow Jeneice, she followed after her. She thought about going to find Abberline, but decided against it. She had a feeling that Abberline would have some way to tell if a ghost was nearby and probably wouldn't hesitate to finish her off if she confronted him...

Plus, there was Mitra to consider. Like she was going to leave Kendra alone with that guy...