My my, Mitchell is just full of interesting twists and turns. Hasibe watches him for a second, smile not even slipping--why would it, this back and forth is fascinating, as long as no one's ripping each other apart--and, while seating arrangements are decided, goes through the process of uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. A touch Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, given the white dress, but she's as steady with eye contact as that woman was, and probably just as calculating, even if she does a better job of pretending otherwise.

"I love it down here, so you seem to have quite a knack. I've never been anywhere like it. I have a confession, though, when it comes to the night life," she says, with a conspiring little half-lean in Deacon's direction, "I work at The Vault."

On the one hand, people don't usually, say, die at The Vault, which offers disturbing features of a different flavor--many flavors, really, but there are only a few vampires in there, on occasion. It is not A Vampire Club so much as a place in which vampires are occasionally on hand, as staff, as clients, or as simple patrons.

On the other hand, 'usually'.

"But Ilde is a good friend of mine, and she liked it so much here that I just had to come and check out the competition." The name-drop is a deliberate clue: she knows about the Candlelighters, knows why Ilde was here, and is in the same business. 'Competition' probably isn't really what's on her mind so much as comparative purposes, but that's secondary. "You don't mind, do you?"

So earnest, widening her eyes just a bit.