If possible, Orla's nose turned up even more than it already was when she saw Dennis standing in front of her. She would never understand why things always had to go so bad all at once. She hated werewolves; vampires were only just slightly lower on that list. Things that bumped in the night needed to not be allowed to simply... wander.
"It would help if there weren't such a foul stench in the air, wouldn't it?" She snapped, the scowl turning squarely towards Dennis. "Stay the hell away from my neck or I'll stick a certain something through your heart."
Orla Quirke was nothing if not amicable. She had, at least, paused in her long strides, in order to pass along her insults. "So you managed not to burn alive then."