Selene had been near, somewhat out of sight. With no sunrise she didn't know how long she had been in the carnival, presence never far from the cage and its occupants. Time was of no consequence so there was no impulse to glance at the watch that she remained burdened with. All the vampire knew was that little had changed since she began watching over the cage.
Inwardly, however, was a slightly different story. It hadn't taken long at all for the sounds of four hearts beating and the underlying scents, particularly of their blood, to fill her senses. Instinct should have had the vampire sizing them up in an instant, determining who was healthiest or who might pose a threat. But there was nothing. As if the information reaching her senses only use was to tell her that the captives were there, where they needed to be. That absence of something so integral put the first small crack in the control; allowed a corner of her mind to begin thinking that something was wrong.
Her contemplation and growing inner concern went uninterrupted at the first arrival, something in her knowing that he was supposed to be there, that the two of them shared this task of making sure those in the cage remained there. Whatever that 'something' was, it refused to let her act on the curiosity and suspicion that she would otherwise feel at the situation. In that back, conscious corner of her mind, Selene wondered if this was akin to what it was like for the Elders when they searched another's memory, if it played like something they both were and weren't a part of. Except a memory was simply information, it didn't make decisions or force movements.
She had little chance to examine such thoughts more as her attention was sharply drawn to the newest presence. Brown eyes watched the young woman much like an animal observed someone new, waiting to see if action needed to be taken. As soon as fingers touched the lock on the cage door Selene was moving without a thought. At full strength the vampire could easily move faster than the eye could follow and she crossed the distance in less than the time it took to blink, seemingly appearing next to the girl. 'Shannon' her mind amended, having caught the words directed to those inside the cage; threats were easier to identify when names of any sort could be given to them.
Cool fingers wrapped around her wrist and Selene jerked her hand away, using only as much force as was absolutely necessary, letting go just as swiftly. "Move away." Her voice was sharp and her eyes never left Shannon, body fully prepared for further action even as in the back of her mind Selene couldn't understand why she should even care about what was going on.