At the mention of her dad, if there'd been another vampire, they could've taken her down without a second thought. She froze up, almost instantly and it was like her mind was cast back there again. To the day she stumbled across her father's body, the bloody kisses on his arm, the shattering of the glass as she hit the window, demolishing it pane by pane. She shuddered away from the memory and went back to business.
A moment later, the sword was back into it's place and she gathered up her knives carefully, and slid them home. "Who are you?" She asked, her voice was perfectly calm and she didn't even pull a weapon, surprise surprise.
Her hand settled against her hip, unknowingly close to one of her knives if she had a need to pull it.