Maeve smiles back at the gangrel. She wasn't expecting such a genuine looking smile given her experiences over the last few minutes. Still, for a long moment she feels like prey and for an instant, she almost feels as though she must fight, but she stuffs the feeling down.
"Nice to meet you, Mable. I'm, uh, unaligned." She runs her fingers through her blue hair, twirling a lock of the frizzed curl about her finger, "So, how is the evening hanging? And fun or weird happenstances? Would be nice to get to know what goes on around here a bit." Her eyes briefly look about, noticing the way everyone seems to look over their shoulders so very often. That must get exhausting.