The vampyre seems to relax slightly at that the special agents words.  Her first priority was on making certain that she could get her pills if needed.  They were just about the only thing that kept her stable any more.  The comment that they would be getting IDs and badge was another huge burden off of her shoulders.  After 5 years of being "Test subject, classified, experimental, Sanguisuga Europa, Specimen 3" having an identity again was slightly jarring.  The idea that she would be recognized by a name rather than a designation or a number, however so fleetingly.  A spark of hope lit within her, at least briefly.  Perhaps...perhaps, if she did well enough at the tasks, she would be permitted to stay here rather than returning to the lab.<br/><br/>Nodding to Wagner she makes sure that everything is in place and looks to the new 'member' of their team, quirking a brow at what almost look like claw marks over his face.  He was certainly well dressed for the occasion, if not perhaps a bit overdressed.  Part of her was curious what this fellows story was, but he seemed to be at least somewhat open.  Or, at least, hadn't started his introduction with something like<em>and I kill everyone like you</em>, which had to count for something.  A shiver ran up her spine as she glanced to keep an eye on the Sentinel.  The though of traveling with him did not make her feel better.  Unless she was willing to burn through her reserves and feed a lot more than she liked, she would have to sleep, and the thought of being helpless around someone who had said he would kill her with or without provocation did not seem very conducive to sleep.  This could become even more awkward than she had first worried.  On the other hand...with as large as the group was getting, they would probably need two vehicles, which mean maybe she had a chance to try to make certain to be in the car he was not.