Volcano Pack:                 

Minnow sat in silence for several moments, alert and on guard, though she did not look it, appearing to the casual observer just as relaxed and at ease as she had appeared just moments before, though her eyes continually scanned the crowd as she sat back, one delicate looking finger tracing the rim of her glass, the other resting lightly on the arm of the chair, within easy reach of her blade - and, of course, Alucard's stomach and abdomen, the soft flesh that would easily yield to the biting remark of such a weapon. After several long seconds of silence, she murmured, quietly, in her soft tone of voice, "And what of yourself? Surely there is a reason one such as you is out and about, on the prowl and hunting. It can not simply be for the likes of me."

Minnow's ears perked, almost unnoticably, she was so well trained in the effort and art of concealment. "An average one might. But you are no average male, though I do suppose you might be lonely." She flicked her eyes over to him, her face as expressionless as when he first sat down, wondering what type of job he was overseeing, though a part of her knew. She merely wondered if she might be the intended target. She would have to keep on her toes, then, and if things went sideways, or ended up heading south, well then, she still had her training, though the newly reformed she-wolf would rather not resort to using it, and she also had her powers. Alucard would have quite a time indeed, dealing with the ghost of the ice, as the slender young female, so delicate and dainty in build and posture, seemed to be, and was further known for.