As Bell finished her meat, her eyes shot open as she heard the question. Bell paused for a brief moment and thought, "I have lived here long enough to know the lands, but I haven't lived here all my life. Familiarity with the people here hasn't been a great one, but I might know of an opening that you may be interested in." Her response was swift and the thoughts came to her in a number of ways. "Have you heard of the rebellion that has been happening around town? I think someone in there might be hiring, but I think I know someone within. Shall I take you to the location?" she asked curiosity laced her voice.<br/><br/>She was hesitant to know about this male, but Bell's instincts rarely steered her wrong. "What is your name, sir? Or would you rather I stay in the dark with that? There are so many queries I could go on, but I'd just like for you to answer me truthfully when you answer," she said sweetly.<br/><br/>Bell could fight back, but a mortal against a vampire? Nah. She wouldn't dare attack him. It was against her code of honor to attack one that could possibly be weaker than she, but Bell never assumed that someone was weaker. She just didn't fight at all with others. It was when they attacked her that she fought back. Some of her scars were gained by the bloodshed of others.