Mackenzie observed the three men with attention. The young woman was pretty uncomfortable with the pain on her hand. With the fact that there was a strange man sitting on the floor of her living room. With the fact that the strange man in question had tried to kill Damion. This thought alone made her want to shove her foot in his mouth with as much of an impulse as she could. It was only the idea that he might talk that stopped her.<br/><br/>With some trouble due to her injured hand, she lit up a cigarette to keep herself busy. As Damion spoke, and then Arthur, without getting an answer, she just smoked in silence for  a while. When Arthur finished, she shook his head. Well, that explained the fact that he hadn't panicked at the sight of her other form. But didn't explain much more.<br/><br/>Putting out the cigarette, the Beta moved closer to the man and sat, in the same position he was, almost close enough to touch him. The girl leaned forward and sniffed for a moment. "Yeah, he's one. But he ain't talking, so I might as well just sit here and watch him die". With these words, Mackenzie moved for a better position and stayed where she was, her eyes fixed upon the man as she apparently really waited for whatever might unfold.