<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Olivia paused as the male barked a warning at the woman who had just stepped forwards, eyes bright and searching as she spoke.  Was she talking to her? The thought had never truly occurred to her, that an introduction was needed when encroaching on a free roam area. She’d never been asked for one. Unanimously, loners were looked upon as unwanted pests, ambling onto territories and being irritating in general. It wasn’t like she didn’t know where the opinion was coming from; while still with a colony, her contempt for rogues had been no secret. Now that she had become what she had never wanted to be, she didn’t know quite what to think – on one side, she knew that it’d be wise to leave after asking her questions to avoid irritating them, but on the other, a small part of her that was teeming with fatigue and irritation edged her on to stay as long as possible, just to witness their reaction. It was stupid, terribly stupid, but it sounded more promising then wandering off to another city and repeating the dull process. Her silver gaze narrowed as she regarded them, sizing up the small group of people. They weren’t so far away that her vision was at human level, and from this distance, she could see the slight changes as the dark-haired vampire shifted his weight slightly, betraying restless nerves. The movement was so strange that it had taken her a few moments to gather what it was, and what it meant – vampires weren’t quick to take on humane habits such as fidgeting, and any signs were taken as weakness. Clearly, he wasn’t so. Agitated, then? But why…?<br/><br/>The argument.<br/><br/>The platinum haired vampire sent a weary glance at him as their attention was diverted towards a nearby ally, a faint voice emitting from its depths. She had, in all honesty, tuned the conversation out when she approached. She was aware that this was a bad thing, seeing how it was a key factor in the undead’s survival, but it was easier fading out the murmuring around her to a low drone rather then have her mind overrun by multiple conversation from multiple different people. Some of them she couldn’t help overhearing, but this wasn’t one of them; she had no desire to eavesdrop on a exchange between irritated vampires, nor did she have one to know what that exchange contained. Holding a slight hope that they’d simply ignore her and let her enter the warm, glowing Café sending a welcoming luminescence out through its window that illuminated the dark, she tilted her head downwards, metallic eyes shielding by pale tresses, and resumed a brisk walk, stepping unto the black asphalt of the street in order to avoid the alleyway from where the voice had emerged. <br/></span>