Snippet #1771173

Oren leaned back against the wall, unwinding the scarf from around her neck as she did so. Beneath it remained the white scarring from her little brush with death she'd gotten a while back, courtesy of Cray. She wasn't sure if Ace had heard about that little episode...she didn't imagine Ian would've been keen to recount himself crying over the whole thing...it sort of ruined the bad guy image just a little.
"...still you'd think you're realize what a massive shitshorm they'd cause if they ended up with a dozen crazy flying vampmonsters unleashing the fucking fury all over the region. Then again that's the Springside Pack for you. I was told once that dogs don't really consider consequences, and live in the moment rather than assessing situations...and apparently it's true with some werewolves too." she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"...but anyway..I'd better wander down and start dusting off the lab...I can't imagine for a second that anyone round here have been using it...with the possible exception of making illegal substances.....so I'd better get it back into working order. Want to come along? I can promise it'll be interesting, but you're welcome to come." she offered, seeming to already be in a reasonably good mood...well for Oren anyway. She wasn't exactly a laugh a minute....but she hadn't told anyone to go kill themselves.