Hela was the first of the Coven members to enter this night. As was quite common. And as always, she was dressed impeccably. A new suit, the old one having been burned, sadly, to avoid suspicion, and quite simply because she couldn't hand in a blood-soaked suit with a bullet hole in it to the local tailors. Black kid leather gloves. Black wing-tip shooes. A tie. A fedora. Had she been male, and of Italian stock, she might well have passed as a mobster from the '20s.<br/><br/>Her bright green eyes dart left and right, examining the club and those inside swiftly, yet carefully. Her eyes settle on a big, male, mortal bouncer. He walked like a fighter, like a kiler. It was interesting, and... she flares her nostrils slightly, breathing in the scent of the club. Yes. There certainly was another Kindred in the club. One outside the Coven. She frowns ever so faintly, and nods a bit at the bouncer. Then it clicked. He was the one her informants had told her about.<em>Eric.</em>He had Vampire connections. And one of the two reasons they had come to the<em>Seduction.</em><br/><br/>With a smirk, she whispers faintly, weaving the air around her, to carry her words outside for the Coven to hear, while ensuring the humans couldn't.<br/><br/><em>"Coming, Syn? It all looks harmless... but I can smell a Rogue."</em>