Rosalie nodded when Dengar spoke of the Human's, she agreed that they were all self-centred and lacked the ability to take blame for the own actions against other Humans. Though his words about race struck her In particular, She had lived in Germany during both world wars, and the atrocities committed by Humans were absolutely horrific! Though, she soon took her attention and gaze from Dengar when he looked pasted her, she immediately looked around and saw the cause of his lack of attention. A group of rather aggressive looking vampires was approaching both she and Dengar, clearly they were some form of thugs or perhaps enforcers. She worried the worst, had her words caused this? Or was is just that they had a hatred of Dengar? They would soon find out. Judging from the words of Dengar, the two lead vampires of the group, were named Minato and Nico, and from their words apparently their aggression was indeed caused by her words and a apparent aggression towards Dengar. Though, she was far from amused by their talks of 'after some things' if they were to let her go.<br/><br/>When the conflict began and blades were drawn, Rosalie was pleased that she had not left her own weapon at her apartment. The weapon itself was a short sword, though it had a rather nasty serrated edge upon one side of the blade, something that Rosalie was going to use to devastating effect against these aggressors. Adding that Rosalie was perhaps a quicker and stronger than your average vampire, and you have a rather devastating combination. Something that became apparent when she gripped her blade and went towards two vampire men, both were clearly confident in their ability to overpower someone so diminutive. They were...unpleasantly surprised, to say the least.<br/><br/>An arrogant smile on his face, the senior of the two attempted a rather clumsy strike across her face. He failed rather badly, and she gripped his arm while ramming the blade into his throat. The coup de grace of this, rather bloody attack, was that she dragged the serrated edge across his neck, cutting a massive gash, and causing both: A spray of red vitae to splatter across Rosalie's face, and severing the vampire's head from his neck. The head then proceeded to fall from his shoulders, and land upon the floor with a dull and rather sickening 'thud.'<br/><br/>The second, younger, vampire of the two tried something with more finesse than his elder had attempted. He lashed out with both fists in Rosalie's direction, both poised to strike her. What he failed to account for, was that she was a foot shorter than he, causing the blows to sail completely over her head. Rosalie reacted to this, by getting inside his guard, and going for the throat, but not with her blade. Instead she bit down upon the fool's throat, causing a quiet gasp of pain from the man. She finished this by pulling back, ripping out much of his throat in a shower of vitae and chunks of throat-flesh. She continued this numerous times, he realised that decapitation was the only real method she could use to kill these morons. When she finished, needless to say, she was covered in rich red vitae, and had a suitably sadistic grin upon her face.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The door leading in to the canteen was opened, and standing just outside the doorway was a massive figure clothed in a typical Overwatch uniform that was in pristine condition. So tall was she, that she was required to duck down in order to pass through the seemingly rather short set of doors, without banging her head upon their frames. Inside the canteen were numerous Overwatch investigators and members of staff, all going about various tasks. However she did notice that the woman she had been assigned to serve under was sat with what appear to be a girl? No, boy perhaps? Either way, the person that was sat next to her...well he or she was nearly clambering over her, seemed to have left a magazine of sorts on the table along with a huge bag of sorts.<br/><br/>Walking over to the pair, she asked the woman she had recognised.<span style="color: #0040FF">"You are Miss Ogura? Correct? Colla MacDheòrsa at your service."</span>The woman had a rather plain and thick Scottish accent, meaning that it didn't take a genius to determine the woman's nationality. If the team leader had done any research on the files of those in her team, then she will most certainly know who exactly she is.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Korin walked with confidence into the library, he was a frequent visitor here and knew a few of the other nocturne that spent their time in this place, though mainly the more peaceful ghouls. He was clad in a rather rich looking pair of jeans and accompanying it was a nice looking black shirt, finished the appearance was a pair of black leather shoes and a black jacket over the shirt. The colours of the dark clothing contrasted rather sharply against his pale skin, and dark brown hair.<br/><br/>Immediately he walked to the library's rather pleasant café, and ordered himself a cup of black coffee, saying to the woman behind the counter.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Coffee please, no sugar no milk."</span>She obliged and went off to make the beverage, returning a minute or two latter, holding a boiling hot cup of black coffee. Korin smiled and set down the small amount of money required for the beverage upon the counter, before taking the drink and picking a seat not too far away from the counter. He set the hot drink down upon the table, and took a look around the immediate area, there was surprisingly little in the way of people around here. Though as always, it was deathly silent.