For a moment, Anna's eyes visibly widen with shock at both the blasphemy (did this city have any Kindred who respected the divine word of Longinus?) and at the utter failure of her influence -- again. There is the slightest displeased expression on her face, but she drops the effect without comment: Nuala warned her, after all. Anna doesn't have to like the man, but she would very much prefer that he like her.

"My apologies; surely you can forgive a new arrival her precautions." She frowns slightly. "The blasphemy and the threats are a bit much, I think, given the circumstances."