She growled and flashed her teeth as if she still had fangs. She was more tempted to set the damned box on fire than she was to open it. With the point of the sword she shoved it off of the table, and proceeded to scooted out the door of the club. She didn't care if it was an olive branch, or a white flag. The box held nothing she wanted in side it.
"I know you're listening asshole. You fired the first shot when you attacked Loki, and hammered the first nail in your own coffin when you attacked John. Know this, we as a community, already ended the life of a being much more powerful than you are. You could have come to us for aid, and we would have helped you, instead... I don't know why you're here, but this will be your last stop." With a flick of her auburn hair she carried herself back into the club.