The shadows in the alleyway beside the Brewery writhed momentarily, a slow roll of Abyss and a dash of chill air, before Havoc slid from within their tender grasp. They clung for a moment to her shoulders, along her neck, before they vanished completely back into their natural state as she moved away from them.<br/><br/>Her hands slid down into the pockets of her black jeans, pushing them further down her hips, where the belt managed to keep them from falling off her body and slipping down. They were low enough that flesh was visible between the base of her plain black t-shirt, though the t-shirt itself had numerous holes and rips in it to bare flesh along her arms, chest, stomach, and back. It looked like she'd been clawed or knifed while wearing it.<br/><br/>Her dark hair was pulled up away from her face, baring her neck, though there was a thick black 'collar' around her throat. No ring or decoration, just a solid stripe of leather that covered all of her throat. It almost appeared to be a posture collar but it wasn't quite that size. Along her wrists were leather bracers that had thin razorblades sewn in and attached to them. The heavy shitkicker boots upon her feet hid another few blades. Hanging at her hip was a scythe, though it had a shorter handle than most, with the blade dully gleaming beneath a thin coat of grime and old blood. She did not try to hide it, standing out in the open with her weaponry visible, as though she didn't give a fuck. And likely, she didn't at all.<br/><br/>Her gaze went to the Gangrel, for could she be anything but?, and there was a slight incline of her head in acknowledgment though she didn't say a word just yet. Her gaze sweeping around for signs of any others, studying the streets, even as her dark hair seemed to move in an unfelt wind. The shadows within the semi-tangled strands coming to life, drawn by her call, and mostly just because the shadows were comforting in a suddenly strange situation. A new Pack, new Cainites, and new hungers would pull soon betwixt the group... the anticipation was like a drug, pouring through her system, and making her both nervous and excited.<br/><br/>The nights, she thought, would be anything but boring.