Before he could think too much about questioning the bar's staff, JC felt the familiar irrational fear rise unexpectedly. The Gangrel instinctively pushed back against instinct. Hard. While also reaching for the hateful change he'd wrought into his mind. Hate strong enough to turn the fear into rage.
However, even as he did so, the Beast settled as the Latina's taint vanished from his senses.
Not that that stopped the anger. He still felt the change in attitude deep inside. The protectiveness and territoriality. The need to challenge. To fight. To kill.
JC took a breath, to steady himself, then (with a quick check on the street) began to hurry over to the woman with the small backpack. He didn't recognize her from court. Could be she was just a newcomer. Could be she was poaching. Could be she had killed the young man in the bathroom. Could be some part of him wanted to confront her on why she was here.
"Excuse me," he called out, both trying to get her attention and keep her in public view. Though, if she was the one who had killed, maybe the Masquerade wouldn't stop her from attacking anyway.
JC activates Aspect of the Predator