Ana had, indeed, been out practicing, drilling herself on basics because they were easy. And also because they gave her something to do. They were moving tonight, and she couldn't be more pleased about that. She wanted to get out of Rome, away from the memories and signs of the attack. Away from the hunters who'd tried so hard to destroy their home. She didn't usually hunt humans, but for these assholes, she'd made an exception.
She made her way back to the Village, intending to maybe shower and have an early night, when she spotted Marco in front of her trailer. Curious and a bit cautious, she slowed her approach. Marco seemed like a decent enough sort, both he and Aletha did, but Ana had trust issues a mile wide, especially with men she didn't know very well. Still. He was there and she'd deal with it, and perhaps see what was in the box he was carrying. "Hola," she called, as she got closer.