"No, Malcolm, let's jes' go." Murmured Blaire, glaring at Vladimir. She absently grinded her teeth together whilst following the Manager. The moment the three of them were behind closed doors, Blaire let loose onto the vampire.

"I know it's not my place to say anything, but ye have to calm down. What with yer other guests, scarin' yer coworkers like this will jes' make 'em suspicious. Granted..." Blaire inspected the vampire critically. "They've got a bloody good reason t'be scared of ye, don't they?" 

Without the slightest consideration for how rude she was moments before, Blaire stuck out her hand with a big grin. "Blaire McKennen, pleasure to meet ye, despite the current circumstances. We were wonderin' if ye wanted a hand? We've jes' travelled from down south, so we can throw those hunters off the trail a wee bit."

Blaire glanced over at Malcolm significantly. Her look was one of reluctance to tell Vladimir why they were really there, not yet. Blaire still had mixed feelings and doubts about the vampire.