Blaire stared right into the eyes of the vampire as she was addressed, taking the brunt of the glare head-on. Admittedly, it managed to get into her head that maybe she didn't say something right, but she grinned back nonetheless - especially when she was told to shut up. Her eyes conveyed the fact she was intimidated and clearly understood the message, but her body language refused to co-operate. She looked away when Vladimir started talking to her brother, flexing her fingers nervously.

Just then, she picked up an entirely new smell mid-conversation with Malcom, and threw her head over her shoulder to peer at the door where it was coming from, tensing up. A high-pitched, childish voice came from the entrance and Blaire decided that whoever it is, she didn't like them. She noticed the shift and the tattoos, pointedly stating to Vladimir - "I found yer Djinn" - with a glance in his direction. 

Once Vladimir finished talking to Malcom about what to do (and frankly, Blaire had tuned out of the conversation a fair while back) she heard Vladimir address her directly, so she twisted again to peer at him curiously. Ah, she loved how much faith the manager had in for her. Throwing two thumbs up and a big, sincere smile, Blaire chimed "My hair's getting a bit long anyways, mister!" and stepped out of the caravan, making sure to rudely bump shoulders with this Elena person that she didn't like for no other reason other than her voice. She didn't even apologise, either.

"So, Malcom, what are we doin' now? I was too busy trying not to gag on the stink of that woman-ugh..." she stops mid-sentence, putting a hand over her nose. Now that they were closer to the main tent Blaire could smell the silver off of the hunters, and it was nauseating. Coupled with the headaches that she constantly received from Malcom's silly silver bullets, Blaire was forced into a bad mood. 

"Aye, listen...I'm jes' gonna go get our bags. Won't be long." she mutters, going at a jog towards the forest again. She needed some time to actually prepare herself for whatever lies ahead.