This reaction, or really, any reaction that wasn't outright screaming from anyone save for another hybrid, was completely... disarming. Bizarre. She just stares at Hasi, ignores the bead of blood rolling down her jaw to hang in a slowly expanding string that stretches until it snaps.

A beat. Then another. Jules licks her lips, glances from Hasi to her meal, and takes a step backwards, slowly crouching to grab it by the shoulder. "You aren't screaming." Or making accusations, jumping to conclusions, which perhaps she should expect, given her ties with Mitchell. However, the differences between vampires (as far as she knew) and herself, was that a vampire could leave its victims living and breathing, where Jules tore them into bloody ribbons. Still, she's hardly eager to question it. This disturbance chews through time, and if she's been come across once, than a second time wouldn't be all so unlikely. (And on another note, she can't believe that she was this careless.)

Her gaze stays on Hasi, almost suspicious, and she drags the body a little deeper into the shadows, before her fingers tear through the skin of his chest, ripping down to his hips with practiced precision before her hand disappears into the cavern of his abdomen. A nervous challenge? Almost.