"Military." He glanced down at the downed vampires, then back at Beth. "Well hoorah for the boys- and girls, 21st century, political correctness and proof of women in the forces standing in front of me, ect, ect - of the forces."
Hannibal had gotten a bit wary now, but just a little. When you lived a conspiracy(hey, he knew the vampires had people on the police force, he knew they pulled strings behind the scenes) it was easy to believe in lots of things. Like the military having secret Area 51 bases. Where they might want to study vampires. Or poke at vampire hunters.
"Well Beth - whose parents obviously didn't want to saddle you with a name that would bring years of playground jibes - thanks for the assist. Sorry your," his eyes flicked to the brown bag, "Dinner got delayed. Least neither of us ended up on the menu though."