Rosalinds nostrils flared in anger and her fingers trembled, Medohs 'claws' expanding into black points which she dug into her palms, allowing them to bleed. Sasha winced at the smell, and at the aura of his Ringmasters anger before retreating closer to Hammonds side to help if he can. 
"Thanks," Rosalind said to Jean before leaving the tent. She looked at her bloody hands and nodded to herself as she sauntered not unlike a predator to where she saw Vladimir standing. She noted him speaking with another supernatural being, so when she approached she had no trouble feeding her anger into Medoh, who greedily devoured it and returned the favor. When she spoke, her voice intertwined with Medohs.
[b]"Vlad, We Need To Talk." [/b] If her words weren't prevalent enough then the stench of her blood, the anger that caused her eyes to become bloodshot, and the twist of voices would be enough to show the urgency of the matter.