Marishka Amur
"Va bene, I’m not insulted, although I can’t say the same for my Scottish friend here.” "Can't be offended by things that aren't offensive." "I'm more curious as to how you realized I smoked when I haven't lit one up for a few days, and this one isn't lit." Marishka studied Kaiden's appearance and smell and stored them at the back of her head, while also doing the same thing to Laz. She listened mindlessly to their conversation, one ear tunes on them, and the listening to the rest of people behind her. "You get suckered into this sponsor thing too?"
Her attention left the room and to the giant obvious sign on his forehead. He was a sponsor. She couldn't help but growl and really look at him. She knew sponsors were what gave vampires like her a chance at a normal almost-human like life. Yet, the feline in her wanted to make sure he wasn't going to roll over and die just by running a mile. His frame, and the built way he looked suggested otherwise though. She stopped the animalistic tendency and tried to calm the tiger in her. "Your a sponsor? For the shapeshifters?"
Marishka was very competitive, and the need to prove herself better than the red-haired man was almost too much. Her hands weren't clenched but they also didn't look like they were free of tension either. Then she inhaled again and looked to Laz. The scent of another vampire was finally getting into her nostrils. It was faint, but it always accompanied all vampires. It was the smell of death, or what she view as Death's signature. Marishka didn't look so relaxed anymore. Everything it seemed she thought herself possible of handling was almost too much. Laz was the first vampire she spoke to in a year, and apparently, Kaiden might be her sponsor.