Chewing gum would be difficult with fangs, but Katrina might as well have been, for all the sentiment conveyed with that unimpressed arching of eyebrow. Because, yeah, she got the understated message intended for her... And didn't like it.
Head tilted to one side, studying the other vampiress for a moment. Then, raising to full height, Katrina defaulted to her usual confrontational attitude, stepping off the roof to land on feet. Black jeans and leather jacket contrasting sharply against Elizaveta's far more gracefully feminine attire.
"Why?" She demanded, already sizing the other up. "You got some kinda' claim on the place? Maybe it's you who needs to get outta' the God damned lake, lady."