The one with the orange hair moved like a hunter, and Aidan knew that she was seeking him - the source of all the death. What did she imagine she would do? Fight him? Avenge the souls that he had taken today? He had no idea who she was, and the idea of it amused him. Made him a bit giddy. Or was that the smell of her blood?
He waited as she walked over corpses and pools, until she was past him and the newest death. On feet that made less sound than shadows, Aidan approached the strange woman from behind.
It elated him to use all of himself to the fullest extent like this. It had been so long. So very long.
"Well, if you were looking for a fight, kiddo, there it is."
Aidan knew that the stranger couldn't hear Bishop - intellectually - but he was far from being grounded in reality. With a grin, he turned toward the apparition and held a finger to his lips to silence the man.
Really, he didn't intend to fight her. He was in no mood for it, as much fun as it might have been. What he wanted was to taste her. To add her to his growing pile of dead. When he was right up close, near enough for his breath to move her orange hair, Aidan spoke finally.
"Be calm." He said, using his power to compel. A power that came much easier and was much stronger when this soaked in living blood and lacking the moral outrage he normally had toward such manipulations. "Everything is fine."