Vicente turned onto the road of incoming activity. As the other inhumans came into his view, he smiled to himself, looking past the conversing pair of Alex and Evelyn and directly at the trio of oncoming Daywalkers. He locked eyes with one of them, the ashen-skinned man with twisted hair. Whoever the three were, he doubted they were of much importance to Catarina. Definitely street-level, perhaps clanless. But they walked like they owned the city. The men were on a mission, and Vicente could tell they were intent on success. What it was, he couldn't say for sure, but he noticed one of them keeping eyes trained on Evelyn. Vicente inhaled again, and at the same time, his vision took on a different tint. The world around him darkened, and the circulatory systems of all those on the street became visible, at least within a certain range. The vampires, Daywalker trio and Evelyn herself, were both outed as such. The inner workings of vampiric people of all sorts were complicated, but distinct to those familiar with them.<br/><br/>He approached the pair, his eyes still trained on the Daywalkers as he closed the distance. "Good evening," The elder greeted, turning his gaze toward the others. "Nice night for a walk. Though this might not be the best neighborhood to be spending your night in." With a very subtle motion of his head, he motioned to the ever-approaching Daywalker group. "All kinds of unsavory sorts start coming out of the cracks around this time. Ah, speaking of." He tugged the sleeve of his coat up ever so slightly, looking at a watch he was wearing at his wrist. His shirt's cuff links, cast in the Valtieri clan symbol, were visible as he did so. "It's about 7:30."<br/><br/>Returning his hand to his pocket, he turned to Milo. "You know, it may not be the best idea to stay out in the open like this. You never know when someone might come along and take offense. Why don't we ask these folks to show us around? I'm sure we'd get a better hold on the place if we knew where things were, and what better way than taking a walk with some locals? If willing, of course." Evelyn was naturally the one he was most interested in, but the other man had a unique air to himself as well. Not one Vicente could immediately identify, nor anything that immediately made him think he was inhuman himself, but something about him made him seem worth the elder's time. Of course, he also doubted thuggish Daywalkers would mind a bit of collateral damage in hunting a Nightkin. Better to get him at least out of direct danger.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Eli's offer was definitely appreciated. Even with his diminutive size and his indecipherable relationship he had with Drake, Mariko didn't doubt his abilities at all. She'd seen them in action a few times over her meetings with him, and knew full well he was a hell of a capable vampire. "Yeah, just like old times. If you don't mind sitting through clan meetings, then sure, I'd like to have you around with us. I'm sure Drake would, too."<br/><br/>"No," Drake immediately interrupted. He frowned hard, but it was obviously somewhat forced. The atmosphere of hatefulness wasn't dying down yet. He could hold a grudge for ages, and that was a reputation to uphold.<br/><br/>"He'll warm up eventually. Give it time." She nudged Drake again, getting a stronger nudge in return, after which she put an arm around his shoulders and put him in a headlock. With him restrained, more out of embarrassment than any significant force Mariko applied to his neck, she continued to talk to Eli. "If you brought a suit, that would be ideal. You know how this business usually is, dressing up and just waiting for the elders to finish their discussions. Can't have clan business without looking the part."<br/><br/>Grumbling, Drake commented again, still having no kind words to offer. "Yeah, 'cause the old Eurotrash fucks can't so much as take a piss without having twelve goddamn layers of avant-garde bullshit on." He didn't mind dressing nicely, but couldn't stand clan meetings. Every time, it was the same thing, petty conflicts headed by petty, but incredibly powerful people. Worse, it was now in his place of dwelling, so he couldn't even ignore it these days. "Maybe we'll get lucky and one of them will get got this time around. Think I could take out the spaghetti fucker with a big enough bullet?"<br/><br/>"The fallout would be immense, Drake. Our house is still mostly a third party in the conflict, let's try to keep it that way." Mariko had no objections to potential assassinations, but a clan meeting was the last place to do them. This would likely go as it always had, with neither side really achieving anything other than some territory and supplies. The archaeological discovery was more than a bit concerning, and to her, seemed like a more ideal target for destruction. She was in no place to make decisions like that, however. Best to save the suggestions for the actual meeting.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Julie stopped, staring at the woman who had just performed some sort of lowkey light show on the stray, not really sure what to make of it. Her first guess would've been magic. Plenty of spells had been cast in her vicinity during jobs and travels with Reine, but her reaction gave Julie a hell of a lot of pause. That wasn't the way she'd react to simple magic, Julie imagined, not by a long shot. This must have been something else. What it was, she didn't know, couldn't even guess, but it was enough to make her want to leave immediately.<br/><br/>However, she felt herself somewhat drawn to it. There was something very different, but not threatening, as so much of what they encountered had been. The smell washed through the alleyway and all around her, gentle scents of flowers completely overpowering the pungent stink of flesh and decomposing garbage. It was amplified by her impressive therian senses, and breathing it in made her feel oddly elated. Like it was something good, something approachable.<br/><br/>It wasn't until Reine drove off that Julie snapped out of the feeling, the sound of her motorcycle's engine breaking her focus on the scent. "Wait, but-" She tried to interrupt, to no avail. Gritting her teeth, Julie reluctantly turned away to prepare her motorcycle, trying to position it in such a way that she could drive out of the alley's far end. Looking back over her shoulder, she then turned forward and started her bike, trying to catch up with Reine before she was too far.