Louis pays no mind to her change in attitude. Even before his undeath it was uncommon for someone to truly like him. It was a feeling he relished in at this point in his life. Having played the role of an outcast he just tried to make his way through life being a lonely vagabond. His mind was on other things than the way she was acting. What caused the commotion nearby, but more importantly? That liquor. He wanted it, and one to strive towards his goals when it came to self-preservation, or self-want he would do whatever was necessary to get to it. The bottle was calling his name, and hard. It was the only thing that would help the blood sucker forget his unrest with immortality, and the things he had done tonight in honor of saving his cat from torturous unemployed fishermen. " 'Ion who this Gaia lady is, but 'yer going to need a lot more than prayer to help us through this.."<br/><br/>There was an animal like six sense that something was awry. Whatever caused the noise, and chaos surrounding the docks was not a good thing. Like pages from a horror novel it said don't go forward, but yet his legs moved on their own. Cherry burning brighter on the ash stick as puffs of smoke exhale out the side of his mouth. Not even caring he was swapping DNA with the other mythical creature having snagged their previous smoke in his careless antics. Flicking grey ash onto pavement he walks behind the feline nursing at their wounds. "Ah.. you, and Saley related..?"<br/><br/>Quiet chuckle bodes from his throat in a hearty gesture. His free hand nurses itself away in his pocket, playing with the inside of it in restless manner. He wasn't prepared for whatever they were going to deal with. He was just a young, unprepared adult in an immortal frame. "Don't count on me to fight well, if that's what this comes down to.." A oddly surreal moment of serious clarity for the alcoholic undead. "I ain't really much of a fighter.. Can try, of course.. but - more a liability.. just so ya know."<br/><br/>Shrug of slender shoulders are given as he drops the rest of cigarette from his lips. Boot stomping it into the ground, and twisting his foot to ensure the burning stops before following suit behind her. "I'll give it my best though, but we're probably fine, righ'?"