Trax VII

[Princess]

Accepting the drink from the bartender, she offers a smile, replying, "So long as it stays put, I'm not too concerned with the shape of the cup. Thank you."

An ear quirks and eyes turn with receipt of Owen's question, and she turns to the bearded young man with the same grin still lingering on her face. A bit of music returns to her voice, lending a more distinct clue to where she may originate, when she replies, "Anabella," but the notes fade back to a vague pseudo-accent when she adds, "And what may I call you?" She leans back a bit from the bar to address the rest of the closely gathered kindred, "I wouldn't mind knowing what to call the rest of you, as well, if that pleases you." She looks around, making eye contact with her "peers," but bowing slightly in deference to the more potent presence in the room.

[RockBane]

"Yo." Owen says to Colorado and Kuruk after learning Anabella's name. "Well, I do recall introducing myself last time but I could do so again. I'm Owen." He says in reply to Anabella asking for name.

He notices Trask heading to the pool table and how quickly the newer of the two vampires approached the one he knew for a fact isn't squeamish about stabbing another vampire. Hopefully we won't see a recurrence of that. Owen muses to himself as he focuses at those vampires that are hanging out about the counter of the bar.

"Somebody stuffed a radio into a dog? What kind of freaks go that far to do that when they could have just tossed it in tied to a brick?" Owen wonders upon thinking about what Vorigan said. Why a radio and not a bomb? Sounds like a interesting story at any rate.