Beatrice shakes her head a bit, "not particularly...it works best if the blood is fresh...dried and dessicated in the desert air?  Not as much.  Still...there is every likelihood that we will find something to go off of.  Without the interference of the police."  She finished her glass and sighed softly, waving to the waitress.  Once she has their attention she pantomimes a circle around the table, points to herself, then pantomimes writing a note, to which the waitress nods and scribbles something on a sheet behind the bar.  Turning back to the others, she clasped her cloak once more into place and wriggled it into place, "I had them put the drinks on my tab...I'd rather get out of here quickly and out to this construction site soon."