Colin listened to Brock's bluster with amusement.  The cop was bigger than him, but he wasn't graced with speed or the strength of a vampire.  And no matter how much Colin were to drink tonight, he would still drink Brock under the table.  An annoying characteristic of vampire physiology was that no matter how much he wanted to get drunk at times, he couldn't.<br/><br/>"You forgot one other reason why someone would be secretive, my friend.  Namely because they don't think it's anyone else's bloody business who they are, what they do, or why they would be here.  Your tabloids think everyone else's business is theirs.  But your Constitution says otherwise.  Baring a violation of the law, and I haven't heard you indicate anyone here has violated the law, the right to privacy is protected by your laws.  Even a humble Brit knows that much."  Colin finished his speech with a flourish, handing the Tom Collins to the new girl.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the group, Hazel."  He gave her a smile that indicated the previous conversation was done and past.  "Oh, there it is," he then exclaimed, finally spotting the Demerara he needed for Chance's drink.