She hadn't noticed... she was too distracted, her thoughts heading toward a soft bed and a hard body rather than where she was walking and standing-- stupidly...  but the sudden realization of the fresh blood scent was overwhelming.  "Fuck--" her blades were in her hands as naturally and quickly as some people's blinking, their lengths hidden under the folds of her overcoat as she ran, feet flying in long, steady strides as she kept fluid pace with him-- the liquor's effect on her system was not even noticeable.  She hadn't been as tipsy as she'd acted... not even close.