Half-considering summoning her blood dolls, the Russian pushed that idea aside. If she thought there was a possibility she might need help, humans were not the race to ask. She was, however, really going to need to begin carrying a weapon in the future. Preferably silver-tipped.
"Countess Elizaveta Barishnikova-Galtzina," she replied with a flourish. Her ridicuous title was not fictitious, but she did love the reaction it got. "And you'd do well to stay where you are." Though she expected nothing of the sort, and was readying herself to move well away from that blade.