Moka ran and skidded to a stop next to Talion, her silver hair laid to its usual place when she stopped. She wasn't out of breath or tired, that's just how vampires rolled, nothing made them tired or even wreak, except if water was spilt in her. Her neck was bear from where she had her choker years ago, she felt no need to wear it if the rosary was gone so she threw it out. "Damn kid you really have us a run for our money." She said as she crossed her arms and waited for Cer in the ally.