Anathema growled as she stood up, "Pig." She spat, looking to the man before she turned on her heels, the delicate fabric sliding gracefully on the smooth floors. Silently she walked away, each step graceful. She moved down the hall further, unsure of where exactly she was going, but didn't want to look around like she didn't know what she was doing. If anything, she would remain composed and seem like she was in control, even though on the inside, she felt lost and confused as to what this place was.

Suddenly her composer was lost when she felt a wall in front of her, and herself promptly running into it. Yet, this wall was strangely soft, warm... And quite seemingly, looked much like a human. He had brown hair, human features, and lacked the wings, or the features of the vampires she had just encountered. "Oh, uhm, terribly sorry..." She spoke to Devon, though tried to sound confident, she faltered.