Coffee. Scout needed coffee. It was, in her estimation, entirely too early to be awake--but then, she worked and partied all night and slept all day, so her mornings tended to start at four in the afternoon. She'd woken up only a little while ago and zombied her way through her routine before deciding that she needed some goddamn caffeine immediately before she fell asleep for another six hours.
She was annoyed, to say the least, when the dick in front of her in the queue started going on and on about 'evil' and 'saving' and all that sort of shit. Demons, vampires... She set her jaw, annoyed. There was a little part of her, used to those midnight romps under the full moon, that wanted to bite his face off. This was probably also the lack of caffeine speaking.
"Oi, Van Helsing," she piped up, "maybe instead of wasting the pretty lady's time you can ramble at the homeless blokes down the block. I'm sure they've got loads of crackpot theories to trade with you. Fuck off, eh?"