Her attention skirted briefly to Vlad when he spoke, but it wasn't a look of malice. Somehow, he'd become one of the very few people in Bellum that she trusted to tell her the truth. Probably because she'd properly threatened the woman he loved, but still.. a bond was a bond.
Her attention trailed with an achingly slow pace back to Sam, still rudely nameless, when he spoke up. Sebastian's consoling and apologetic words fell deafly upon her when she took one mechanical step toward Sam. Inky Medusa hair spilling across one celluloid eye when she tilted her head, considering him in the way a socialite wrinkled her nose at a first course.