The clouds were subsiding to whisps in the sky by the time the two were out of sight, and Oliver let his shoulders relax. Helana had been watching them leave, her fierce expression melting to that of a strained, unhappy look. "I wish colonies would just leave our home alone." She muttered resentfully, turning to walk to Oliver's side. He nodded, "It's what colony vampires must deal with day to day," He murmured, "I'm sure in Marvolone's own territory, his colony is probably getting the same harrasment from other loners." He searched Helana for eye contact, but she shook her head, not comforted by his words. Oliver was about to suggest to head back to home base, and report to Jenette, but a scent cought his attention on the wind. It was'nt the harsh gritty stench of the asphalt, and it was'nt the wet, rainy scent of the puddles on the concrete, and nor was it the warm inviting smells of food from inside.<br/><br/>It was the scent of a vampire. "Helana," he motioned to the subordinate, who looked up, alert. She turned her head, listening to the sounds of the far away traffic, and ambient noise in the backgorund of the city. "Hello?" Helana asked the air, trying to sound light and curious. Oliver felt uneasy at the thought of a vampire having heard the arguement, and felt his stomach clinch as he watched Helana take a few steps to a sound Oliver did'nt hear. "Be careful." He told Helana sharply, shifting from foot to foot. She rolled her eyes, uninterested in his advice.