People-Watching

Mara didn't see Jin's language change as at all unusual. As he spoke, she understood the need for the obscurity. She listened quietly, nodding her head as she thoughtfully nibbled on a piece of tuna. As she and Jin spoke she kept her chair close to his, legs nearly brushing, and both of them angled themselves so that they could see peripherally to the doorway while still looking like they were having an intimate conversation.

Blending in with a crowd was not difficult for Mara; in fact, it was her usual tactic whenever she was unable to become a cat and hide away. After Jin spoke she laughed, laying one hand on his arm as if he'd just said something witty and charming. Her smile stayed in place as she responded to him in the same language.


"Even if that is the case, what can we do?" She asked. It was their job to observe and take note; not to step in and try to effect immediate change. "What did she discover that has her upset?"

It hadn't been very long. What could Sorcha have learned in such a short time? Mara had faith in Amir... if he had let these people come in he couldn't have believed they were an immediate threat. Amir wasn't above shedding blood in a public place if it was necessary, although he could act with subtlety and was apparently doing so now.

She kept her eyes on Jin's face although she had already extended her senses all around them. She could hear a woman's voice speaking to the doorman in a British accent.


"Are they remaining outside for now, or following them in?" She suspected Sorcha and Amir were staying outside for the time being or they might not have opted to send a message in the manner they did.

Mara 13 years ago
Mara walked to the body of the prone vampire with Jin; it didn't make any sense for him to do this by himself when she had been the one to actually nail him in the heart. It had been their mess together and she hadn't been taught to leave her messes for others to clean up.

Kneeling at the vampire's head, she placed her hands on his brow and held his head still. She looked up at Jin and gave him a small smile, a sort of, "Go ahead." When the deed was done she simply helped him wrap the tarp up. Behind her she could hear Amir's low, silky voice as he delivered Commands to the enraptured humans in their drugged state. It was soothing to her to hear him speak; Amir did not Command forcefully. He never had. Instead he placed layer upon layer of compulsion on his victims, blocking them into the pattern of action he desired with logic traps and if-then pitfalls. It took a few minutes, but generally when Amir Commanded someone, it stuck hard and fast. He had, after all, been performing this function for the better part of two thousand years.

Jin returned and they all left the room in relative silence. Amir actually offered Sorcha a half-smile and his arm, dark eyes seeming amused - whether from some shared joke or the fact that he was actually able to escort her properly, Mara didn't know. For her part, however, she glanced up at Jin, slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, and remained beside him as they left.



((ooc: All out, with permission))