*Megan gazed up at him, unintimidated by his size or appearance.  She too was a brujah, though not as old as he would be.  She appeared to be 18 but in reality she was 65.  She canted her head to the side and smiled a bit.*<br/><br/>Nice artwork, she said in response to his tagging.  She gazed about a bit.  And thanks for the warning, but I'm fairly certain I can take care of myself.<br/><br/>Megan was never unarmed.  In her jacket pocket was a colt 45 and she had a silver plated dagger tucked in her boot.