"If you were hoping it didn't scuff, you shouldn't be taking it with you when you're chasing down vampires," Maria replied snarkily back. Still holding the gun up, she bent down slowly, keeping her eyes focused on him and then felt the material of the wallet underneath her fingertips.
She then flipped it open with one hand, looking over the identification. Henry Keagle. Some credit cards, sort of empty. "What sort of business you running? Or is this vampire thing a full time job?"