Stifling a groan, Shinobu frowned heavily at the landscape before her eyes. Criticizing her so much, that they liked, right? She'd show them what she was made of. Her eyes flashed with an almost animal-like sheen as she smoothed a few strands of damp red hair from her face, though the most was still plastered to her cheeks and neck. "I came to shoot the hell out of these little shits. I don't give a shit about what you think about what I do with them once they're dead. They're animals. They're not humans. If I shot a deer in Texas, I'd be allowed to keep its head, so where's the goddamn difference..." she hissed through her grit teeth, completely ignoring the remarks about her food.<br/><br/>It wasn't fair that they did what they wanted, and she wasn't even allowed to take sufficient revenge for it.<span style="font-style: italic">It wasn't fair.</span>It was all wrong, all upside down! She was the hunter, not the prey! She wasn't some stupid little girl in distress, she was a fighter and that meant that she was going to fight her way out, onto the top of the food chain. And she wasn't some weak idiot to think that if they treated the Nocturne kindly, they'd bow twice and excuse themselves to go search for another source of food. Those parasites couldn't do that, they needed to be eradicated, erased, every single part of their DNA disappearing from the surface of Earth. And if she had to become a monster for that, then she'd gladly grow horns, hooves, and wings, and go hunt those bastards down with an anti-tank riffle.<br/>"If we need to be monsters to fight monsters," she answered to Colla, shooting a defiant glance into the rear mirror, "then I'll be a yokai, or one of them faeries you have in your corner of the world. If it means that I'll be able to fight them better, I'll do it."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Raising a surprised brow at the stranger's question, Taru hesitated for a moment, then shrugged sleazily, with the nonchalance that seemed to flow through his veins. "A vampire, 'course. But I like to think of myself as a less stuck-up motherfucker than these shits. Shits in plural, off course, since he's in a dozen pieces by now, I guess." he chuckled back, mussing his own hair up a little, and gave the man a small wave of one hand. "So bye. If we ever see each other. If. Maybe. If you have cigs, the likeness is higher. Sayonara!" Giving the ancient a wink, he turned, ready to lead Rosalie off.<br/><br/>"Rain won't kill me or anything, it just pisses me off. Can't light a fucking flame in it, no matter<span style="font-style: italic">whose</span>lighter I'm using." he shrugged at her remark, still not putting the hand off her waist, and drinking her beautiful form with his eyes. "I need to buy a new pack on the way, anyway. We takin' the subway then, or?"