Kara still has her Mask of Tranquility up! Sorry if I didn't make that clear - I'll assume they just got a brief glimpse while she was amping herself up?
Ooh, this bitch had a set of brass ones on her, didn't she? Kara grinned slightly as she leaned back, bouncing on her heels in silent unison with the rest of the heaving, writhing crowd, feeling the thud of the music as it rocked her bones. She wasn't sure what she was enjoying more: the screaming rage that the band called 'music', or the subtle, thick tension she felt building between her and Hildegarde.
Biting on her lip in a twisted mockery of a flirtation, she stepped a touch closer, body brushing against Hildergarde's as she urged her Beast into competition, not fear. When Hildegarde's gaze slipped back to her face, her eyes were there to meet her, only briefly glancing away so that she could give the encroaching kine the finger.
"Yeah, but I look like shit anyway," she replied, running her pierced tongue over her lips, slowly. "You like like shit even though you put effort into your appearance. Whaddya say I get you outta that miniskirt, gorgeous, and shove some metal -"
Whatever twisted invitation Kara was about to make was interrupted by Peter's nod of greeting, and she whipped away to give him a terse, irritated nod. Awesome. Let's put three Kindred in a crowded group of amped-up kine and have them engage in the dance of their traditional social bullshit. Fuck.