Blaire looked like she had more to say before Malcom swept her behind his back, apologising to the vampire. She bristled with indignation, folding her arms and pushing her bottom lip out in an annoyed pout. This feigned anger makes way for some real irritation when Malcom glares at her - Blaire lifted her lip in a snarl, briefly revealing her fangs, and making sure that Malcom sees them before taking a few deep breaths and calming down. The last thing anyone would've wanted right now is a werewolf on their hands, and there were two standing in the Manager's caravan.

Since she doesn't exactly have the longest of attention spans, Blaire soon became bored of listening to serious conversation that she isn't allowed to take part in - such is the case in almost every conversation, and listening to her brother's posh refined accent used to be amusing long ago, and the punchline for many jokes on her behalf, but now meant that she had half an hour or so of waiting to do. She reached for one of her throwing knives before realising, with a pang, that they're all in her bag. She reached for her bag before realising that her bag was up a tree near the circus. She reached for the doorhandle before realising that walking out would be rude, and opted to simply go and stare around the caravan, plodding around aimlessly, ignoring both Malcom and Vladimir as they discussed certain things.