Vaughn had every intention of lingering behind in the living room while Daniel saved the day, but the newcomers brought her forward. She was a brief image swathed in smoke; tangled curls and dirty, bloody lace. Another freshly lit cigarette between her claws, Vaughn swept up effortlessly to just behind Vlad's back, peering over his shoulder.
She surveyed the strange trio while some of the men spoke, and found she was not familiar with any of the fresh faces. She didn't trust any of them - although the news that one was apparently a doctor kept her from protesting their presence.
Suddenly, the vines rippled and she stepped back with an almost animalistic gnash of teeth, slamming the door on them all before any introduction was made.