Once they entered the room, and the door was shut behind them, she allowed herself to attempt to shake off the effect the smells had on her. "Does he have anyway to view what's going on in this room?" Her skin was crawling. And she wasn't sure why. Probably because she knew she could have happily, mindlessly, stayed in the main room of the club, and lost years, if not decades there. If she was a lesser vampire.
But Bryn didn't want to get too out of hand too soon. After giving herself a hard physical shake, she began taking in the room. Using her other senses, with her eyes. If she had access to her own world she would have taken the ritual objects off of Nergal's hands, without a second thought, and locked them away forever.
Though she had managed to keep her fangs sheathed as they walked through the club, she unsheathed them just then. The click audible. But with a check in the shine of one of the glasses, she knew John's illusion hid them well.