Brenn's gaze casually moved over to the group of approaching Kindred and her mouth twisted into something reminiscent to the grin a rabbit would give if it suddenly discovered that it could eat wolves. Normally she was the one on the prowl for conversation, but tonight it sought her out with a warm embrace. Interesting.
The Haunt stood up from her slump on the settee, and tottered slightly, before she returned John's handshake with an iron fast grip.
"Glorious evening to you as well, Ms. Hazelton, and to you, Mr. Clean. Oh, and to you as well Mr...um...Reyes? Apologies for the blunder but we did only meet briefly," she spoke, nodding to the Lord. "As for the evening? Well, it finds me; just as the moonlight finds the sides of the pyramids, petrified rays of the sun though they are, it finds me. What of you three? What brings you to this corner of the Elysium this night?"