The woman who introduced herself as Ashenna sits silently on one of the many sofas, her heavy and well worn overcoat thrown casually over the back.  Her fingers work the .38 revolver in her hands with practiced ease as she cleans it for the third time.  The flak jacket she wears seems to be as much of a part of her as the weapon she twirls for a moment in her hand before returning it to it's holster on her hip.  Pale but intense blue eyes glance around the room again before she picks up the long hunting rifle on the table, field stripping it in moments and examining each piece before putting it all back together.<br/><br/>Rubbing her hands on her dark grey cargo pants, Ashenna's eyes dart to the the other members of the cell, her empty eyes regarding them each in turn before she stands up and begins to pace the library.  Her long, almost panther like gait emphasizes her trim form, well formed curves in a great many places but not an ounce of wasted fat on her body.  She was a striking woman, a tigress on the prowl, though she felt almost dowdy next to Adriana's understated elegance.<br/><br/>Brushing dusty red bangs out of her eyes she pretends to peruse the dusty tomes.  A few loud sounds from deeper in the abbey drift up through the floor, causing her bare shoulders to twitch irritably as she keeps one eye on the door at all times.<br/><br/>As Adriana speaks the young woman twitches again, a slight flush permeating her cheeks as she reaches behind her back and lightly caresses the haft her final and favorite weapon.  The ten pound battle axe slung across her spine would have looked rediculous on anyone else.  An archaic throwback, a relic of a barbarian age.  On her, it's glinting malevolence was right at home, it's steel head mirroring the steel glinting in her eyes.<br/><br/>"A ghost doesn't bleed" she whispers softly in a furry contralto, as if the simple statement was sufficient argument.<br/><br/>"Darkness swirls around us," she mutters "vampires and werewolves hunt and murder our kind, and you would choose a<em>spook</em>." waving her hand dismissively she stalks back to her seat and sinks into it.