The Roses had hand picked several of their finest crimelords to head to Scarlet Oak due to the Light of May. They had to be the prime examples of 'good' vampires. To the public, anyways. So when this debate came up, Nikita made sure she was there. Not only would she be representing the Roses, but now she could finally take a jab at that damn Cameron. She wasn't familiar with Mrs. Kennedy, but any female vampire was good in her book. Wearing her best attire and accompanied by five of her men, she sat quietly and listened to the debate, rather peeved that she couldn't detect lying from either of them. That must make Mr. Purist here fae-blooded. Wonder if he knows. She tried for a while, just to humor herself, but the effort resulted in a massive headache that she knew would be gone by tomorrow.
And the second the floor was open for question, Nikita patiently waited her turn and then flicked her gloved hand up to catch the mediator's attention, then stood up to speak. "To Mr. Calvert," her accent was rather apparent, but not like she ever gave a crap. "You alluded to the idea that vampires have this primal urge to hunt, like a cat with a mouse, and thus explaining the killings." Something like that. Nikita couldn't remember what he said word for word, too busy rolling her eyes and forcing herself not to pull out a gun and shoot him right then and there. "Yet you forget that you humans are not perfect creatures, either. I do believe Hitler was brought up and I do recall him being human." I would know. I was alive back then."So how do you have the wit to call us vile creatures when humans are just as bad, if not worse?"