"That would be delightful," she said with a grin. "And don't worry, I'm not the type to blow the whistle simply over one's relatively harmless fancies. I have a fair bit of my own, after all."
Bella found herself in the peculiar situation of being seated between two amusingly different rookies. On one hand, a timid young Englishman, looking as if he was on the verge of a panic attack, and on the other a more forward and giddy young woman with a seeming passion for the supernatural. Two opposite forces, she surmised, were what brought these two here, for the young man, likely pressured into it, based on his panicked, possibly agoraphobic demeanor, and for the young woman, a certain blissful glee for it, near obsessive, perhaps. Oh dear, I'm analyzing everyone again, she thought, as the banners unfolded.
What's more in this situation, and some sad consequence of having a reputation, as well as an unabashedly honest presence, it robbed her of her own introduction. "Ah, I see my reputation precedes me," she says with an unbroken grin. She then tilted her head over in Darren's direction. "I assure you, though, the last human was around the 1300s, where a combination of a growing awareness in my abhorrent behavior, and a lonely void that it generated gave me incentive to reinvent myself. My more predatory energies in large part have been rerouted to more creative, nurturing, and admittedly, even playful," she said with a slight giggle, an effort to try to offer a bit of comfort. She straightened herself back up "As for my... art, well, I am always open to requests. Oh! And simply Bella will suffice, and nicknames are certainly not off limits. Too many formalities can make things rather dull, wouldn't you agree?" she continued, trying to keep her voice low so not to interrupt Erika. As soon as the speech is over, she may have to excuse the poor boy to go out and get fresh air, if he won't excuse himself.