Ayame's eyes widened as the Lycans started to pop out of the wood work and glanced towards her katana and knives as if trying to make a decision to bluff an ignorance of these damned beasts, stand and fight, or flee. She immediantly knew that fleeing was out of the question and so was fighting, which meant she had to feign ignorance. Her eyes grew ice cold as she stared at the Lycans or Garou. She cleared her throat sat up straight her instincts kicking in. "So....Who's your friends Bennie?" She asked her eyes clearly telling that she knew what they were and stood up smoothly hiding a knife she picked up in the sleeve of her haori and bowed to them making one hand into a fist, the fist nestled into the other palm as a sign of respect.