From Trudi's experience, people who refused her help thought that there was nothing she could do, looking like a simple party girl with very few brain cells to rub together. She did not take Ariana's comment personally and instead quirked up her eyebrow in curiosity. "That's a shame. I think you don't realize how useful I can be," she said. Talking to a vampire who was over two hundred years was a nice change from consorting with demons and the like, but of course she had to deal with the superiority complex. She pretended to look embarrassed as she removed strands of hair from her slightly damp neck.
"My humble apologies," she said. "Cupcake is my default name for people until they tell me their real ones. So tell me, Miss Ariana, are you enjoying yourself? Seen anyone tasty yet?" The last sentence was a joke, poking slight fun at the vampiress. "See the tall brown-haired man with the bulging biceps? Quarter giant. I think he might taste good. And I'm pretty sure he has a thing for exotic ladies, so you're in luck. Won't take much to persuade him." See, she was being helpful! Something told her that extended time spent with this woman would prove to be quite interesting.
She tucked her legs underneath her on the stool, successfully managing to balance herself as she looked around the room again for anyone who stood out to her. Of course most of them weren't handsome and powerful demons, so much of the allure was gone. Trudi wondered what Ariana's type was, but perhaps it didn't matter if she was hungry enough.