[Back at the party, now that the immediate threat of burning by holy mist has been alleviated, the vampires are quickly growing restless. It's a powder keg of immortals just waiting to be ignited by one rabblerouser's careless words, and even as exhausted as she is by the effort she's just expended, Sypha can see immediately that if she allows this to go unchecked, it won't be long before the party turns into a mob.

Even now, there are rumblings. Shouted questions of who could be behind such a thing, murmurs of holy water and blessed things that eventually coalesce into the natural conclusion: hunters. Humans.

It doesn't escape Sypha's notice, either, that she is a human among the vampires, herself.

And yet oddly, she's not afraid. If anything, she's affronted — not just the thought of them behaving like this, but at the trouble it would make for Alucard if they were to get out of hand, and how tired he would be if he had to bring them all to heel and remind them to stay in line and behave —

Oh, no. Not on her watch.]

No one leaves!

[Each word comes sharp and biting.]

No one is leaving. You will stay, all of you, until this has been sorted out.

[Oy, and what if we don't care to stay? one of the younger, upstart vampires sneers. You can't keep us here! Just what do you think you can do about it, anyway?]

If it is trouble you want, then try it, and find out.