Later, past the dark and during the new deluge of mask-clad strangers, Lea identifies Ivan as a vampire and one that Ilde has told her about, possibly in the interests of emphasizing usefulness, possibly just courtesy. It is, she thinks, potentially useful--when she approaches it's sidelong, deliberately non-threatening.

"Ivan, right?"

So conversational. Like she's not fairly bloody herself, nicked on the shoulder, bruised, jeans striped down one side with someone else's insides. She's come off lightly so far, but the fun has barely just begun, and that won't last.