Rhiannon really knew how to vex a girl. Not anyone would even be allowed to push a vampire like Katherine around, but... Begrudging mutual respect and all. The elder brunette said nothing to the - more amusing than would be admitted to - hunter's quip and subtly looked around for something she could accidentally stab her in the foot with. The human commotion surrounding them quickly had the befanged murderess checking out for any signs of... Fallout, though.
So far, all seemed well. Nobody had sprouted three heads or was tearing out their own skeleton.
What she didn't expect was Cian's approach and the call of Rhiannon's name in that Irish accent confirmed the pair knew one another.
"Didn't figure you for the a leprechaun fetish," She muttered to the girl in her usual brash fashion. Then a more open greeting of, "Hey," was thrown the stranger's way.