Rosalie nodded in acknowledgement of Dengar when he said about taking his leave and attending to matter elsewhere, likely to do with strangling the un-life out of the ancient Toren for having his goon squad of thugs attack Kiyoko, or his daughter, as he had just called her. Normally Rosalie would have stopped for awhile to ponder about what other circumstances must have happened to have led to Dengar adopting her, but Kiyoko seemed a nice enough girl, so it didn't seem like abandonment or anything of that sort.<br/><br/>Looking at Kiyoko she said to her in a friendly voice.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Zhat's good. Itz allvays nice to have family close vy. Especially in situations like zat vhere people try to attack you</span>." With the last few words she gestured towards the piles of gore and the...remnants, of vampire that were practically sprayed, near enough everywhere a little ways down the theatre's corridor.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Zont vorry, I vill make sure zat zhey do not hurt you tonight. If ze need is zhere, you could even stay vith me."</span>She finished with a smile towards the ghoul, she genuinely cared about her.<br/><br/>Now, she set her focus upon Taru, for some odd reason she rather liked him. Even if he seemed to be something like a polar opposite to her in some ways, and he smoked, which Rosalie had never tried and didn't exactly like to be around. With a smile as she had given Kiyoko she answered.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Taru, yes, a nice name."</span>She assumed that he was from somewhere Eastern, after all Europeans didn't tend to have names like that, or at least not traditionally. But, she was somewhat uneasy when he said that he had many names, it could be an ill omen that he was hunted by someone...well, all nocturne were hunted, but more so hunted than the average. Or he had lived for centuries in many numerous places, which was entirely possible given how vampires never aged with the passage of eons.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Colla forced off a smirk when the child-like Shinobu was handed a tiny handgun, her talks of miniguns and sniper rifles that could literally blow someone into pieces had apparently angered the others. She just took it as a bit of jesting, after all, it wasn't like she could actually carry a minigun, right? Surely not. However, Colla herself had her own weapon. A larger than average sized pistol, that better suited her larger hands when compared to the smaller frames of smaller weapons, that was chambered with a fairly higher calibre than the common handgun, since she could cope with the recoil rather well when compared to the average person.<br/><br/>Getting into the vehicle that her colleges was in, yanked at her seat belt before buckling it, and prepared herself to potentially fight a creature that could literally kill everyone, including herself, like they were naught but cows in a slaughter...then again, the Artisan-or whatever it called itself, could just as easily get itself shot...a lot...preferably in the head, by the team of overwatch. It was sure to be a promising battle indeed. But, one thing to remember, was that ghouls were just as mortal as the rest of Humans and nocturne...they just needed a little extra convincing that they were well and truly dead.