"Oh, anything is fine, I guess," Mystery said with a balmy smile as she picked herself up (she was long desensitized to bad tempers, thanks to The Dark Circus), seeming less then unnerved by all the talk of killing. She may have been young, but she was also a vampire, after all. She followed close to Fiona's side, keeping watch for any of the strange phenomena that seemed to follow the poor girl around. She wondered if those other fools would come back, but wasn't to worried about it. Humans were easy prey after all. She wasn't very fond of killing for no reason, but attacking them would give plenty reason for some retaliation. She could kill a whole group of them in a matter of seconds with the one magical ability she has gotten from her mother: Pestilence.
Mystery smiled greatfully for the coat, wrapping it around her small bare shoulders. It felt nice to have a little shelter from the cold. Mystery then hurried to follow Fiona, eagar to get something to eat. Her long elfish ears twitched into the silence, searching for sounds of something to eat. The barn was dark but with her vampire eyes, Mystery could see perfectly. "What are *you* going to eat?" she whispered in concern, remembering something she had read in a book once, 'humans need to eat three times a day' or something of the such.