Buffy & Selene
After speaking with Jael, Selene went back into hostess meet and greet mode. She had been, after all, the princess of the Corvinus line in all but official title, and had done her share of dinner-table diplomacy over the centuries. She had already noticed Marcel holding court with a pretty girl, and made a mental note to track him down to at least say hello when he wasn't occupied. So it had been easy for her to spot the entry of the blonde in the red dress, scent human but something more, in the company of a Cathar vampire of the undead variety. Politely covering the silver cross that hung from the thin chain around her neck with a hand - in case the vampire was the sort negatively affected by holy objects - Selene circled around so she could approach them openly, in their line of sight. The vampire was obviously newly made, just a fledgling, and she could have probably come right up behind them if she wanted to, but that would hardly have been polite.
"I love the dress," Selene greeted them with a smile when she was within conversation distance. She gave a slight bow of her head since she was in a sundress and not her Death Dealer uniform. "And your accessorizing is certainly unique. There are lockers in the cargo bay in case you want to secure the hardware before you hit the dance floor. I'm Selene, Captain of the Banshee, and your hostess for the afternoon. Glad you could make it."
She stood there with the afternoon sun warming her back, highlighting her hair, and waited to see what the two had to say for themselves. Counting herself, there were more vampires at this party than she had seen since the last time she cleaned out a nest of bloodfools.