Enigma could have been a vampire herself with how fast she found herself behind Damien, peering over the other man's shoulder at Eric, the crosses on her wrist just shy of touching Damien's back as she clung to him. “You scared me!” she accused, giving a pathetic sniffle, embarrassed by her own fear, but thanking the heavens that Damien had come to her...rescue?
She then frowned, her brain catching up with Damien's words and she peered up at him, wondering if she should be running away from him, rather then clinging to him. “How did you know he was blond?” she asked him in a whisper, but was willing to wait for that answer.