Greetings, they were to say the least, interesting. The brazen Pander was amusing, though Amber showed none of it; she wasn't the least bit afraid of him, nor the towering Nosferatu for that matter. She simply had learned not to make fun of other vampires if she wanted a chance at a long unlife. It baffled her how the Sabbat or Camarilla for that matter, could survive for so long with near open hostility between the clans. Sure, some got along okay, but most basically loathed each other and would have preferred their unlives not be stained by the existence of the others. By her reckoning, it was a miracle either organized faction still stood to pummel each other into a bloody pulp.<br/><br/>Regardless of a few misgivings, the Sabbat was for Amber. Those snot rags for Kindred Camarilla were so preoccupied with pretense that they forgot they were vampires and not long living mortals. Unlife was to be lived to its fullest and how could one do that hiding behind an antiquated concept such as a masquerade? They used it like a security blanket, peering out from under the covers to see if the big bad world had gone away. Despite the strong sentiment, however, Amber did hold a healthy respect for some of the Camarilla; the hunters among them were in fact the ones who butchered her pack, and would have ended her as well had she not been away at the time.<br/><br/>Giving Billy one last glance, she then noticed the Nosferatu eying her for a few moments. Nothing new there, she thought. He was either jealous of her looks, as some were (so torn over losing their Humanity in more than one way) or he was examining her strengths and trying to determine her clan origin; it brought her a minor joy when other Kindred couldn't tell she was Toreador. If anyone asked, however, she would not withhold her clan. Paying him no more heed, for the moment, she listened in to the young Lasombra.<br/><br/>Now he seemed nice. His voice was beautiful and showed skill in the art of manipulating words. He immediately impressed Amber. Without even moving her eyes enough to be noticed, she looked him over and decided he might be worth bedding, should he continue to impress. Amber didn't know much about the Lasombra though, they tended to stick to the shadows, favoring their magic over interaction with other clans or at least she was told so. She made a note to at least look into it with cautious steps. He seemed potentially worth some effort on her part so long as she came away with no strings attached.<br/><br/>Some Lasombra flesh could be delightful. Giving a possibly good change of scenery. Would it be delicious or would it bite back like some others she could think of? Then again, a good Brujah romp now and then was quite the devilish fun. Amber flashed Lawrence a courteous smile, hinted with a nearly imperceptible grin, inclining her head just as marginally in his direction.<br/><br/>Following up the humble Kindred, a refreshing change, Amber casually broached the subject required of them. "Amber, survivor of the Harpies Claw pack. I offer my skills as smooth talker for the purpose of beguiling our enemies, my skills as an interpreter; chiefly among German and French speaking nations, among a few other languages." There was a bit more to her, but she felt it unnecessary to reveal it all so soon. If the pack had need of it, she would offer her services when needed.