"You don't think so?" Hasi considers that remark with some amusement, and Mitchell, too. "You never know; it could surprise you."

She observes some of their own observers, making eye contact with more than a few--she likes to memorize faces, styles. There are so many vampires of so many shapes and makes here that energy signatures are more difficult, and she'd have to spend time attuning herself to one or two individually to commit those to memory, but faces she can do.

But no more standing. She moves nearer to touch Mitchell's arm, briefly, just a little absent-minded physical indication of imminent movement. "Let's go sit down. I want to read the room."