Havoc paused in every movement when she heard the lack of sound. There was not a breath, a blink, a twitch given as she waited for the assassin to show himself. There wasn't a long wait, nor was it disappointing, as the Assamite appeared in the middle of the street. Havoc's gaze slid along him for a moment, gaze catching and holding as she scanned him for weapons before her attention would shift to the others in the group. A faint pause, a narrowing of her eyes, as she took in the various types of Cainites who were also approached to be here.. She wasn't overly critical, not yet, as she had no true idea of what was about to happen.<br/><br/>There was a moment of lingering upon the Nosferatu that clung in the shadows as she should've. She didn't seem overly disgusted, perhaps she had enough dealings with the Nosferatu that they didn't disgust her in the same way, or mayhap she was simply very,<em>very</em>good at hiding her distaste. Either way, her gaze shifted away from him and finally landed on Doyle. There was a moment of flickering recognition, her head cocking to the side, as she took in his appearance. There was the faintest thrum of the Vaulderie between the two of them, a lingering bond from years past, though it had diminished over the decade-plus that it had been. Were he to glance her way she'd give him the faintest of up-nods and a press of fingers over her heart momentarily, before she looked back to Caustic as they moved into the Brewery.<br/><br/>"There is no disrespect intended, as you should know. When do you see me without my weapons, Caustic? The Bishop is well aware that they are part of me, especially when I am on the prowl as I was tonight. It was either I bring them with me or be late to the meeting. I have a feeling there would be more trouble for me if I were to be late." She was respectful, but she wasn't backing down in taking them off, so she decided to check for the option of hiding them. She glanced around the bar and happened to see a female trying to be tough, wearing a leather jacket and her head shaved. As the group made their way into the depths of the Brewery, Havoc procured the jacket from the female with but a smirk and a shift of the shadows around her, adding to her intimidation. She shouldered the jacket on, feeling the heavy weight settle upon her shoulders, and it was just long enough that it hid most of her weapons.<br/><br/>As they passed the blood doll Havoc gave her a lingering look. Eyes focusing down on the blood that dripped, a little smirk curving her unpainted mouth, even as her tongue danced along the fangs that were currently making their presence known for a moment. She settled down into the area, glancing towards the Bishop, and showing her appreciation and respect in both body language and expression. There was no doubt that Havoc was a good soldier of the Sword, respecting her Bishop, whether she agreed with her or not.<br/><br/>"I am Havoc, formerly of KiS, Rowdy Dogs, and, most recently, Caine's Fist. I bring to the table strong command of the Abyss along with my skills with any bladed weapon, plus the desire to see our territory claimed fully and completely with the Tower burned to the ground." Her voice was husky, deeper than usually expected given her delicate features; she had a jazz voice, a voice that drew you, and helped with making her words feel more honest and open.