The Blood knows. The Blood always knows. Vivienne felt her blood recoil and knew another vampire had appeared. She searched across the crowd until her eyes saw an unfamiliar figure who was easily one of the tallest people in the building, especially now that the Sheriff was gone.<br/><br/>Vivienne walked clear into the mass of people dancing and grinding, sliding through it with practiced ease and oblivious to the stray hands touching her body. The crowd parted for a moment and she was in front of Viktor, her diminutive stature a stark contrast to his tall frame.<br/><strong><br/>"You look a bit out of place, my good chum. New?"</strong>She left the word 'new' very open-ended, so it could mean any number of things. A faint French accent gave her voice a little more lilt, it was rather fetching. She gestured to a table and chair that were surrounded by an opaque black curtain, before moving over to take a seat there where they could talk in relative peace.