The soldiers had their heads bowed, eyes closed, and hands clasped, lips mouthing the words to some prayer or other. It was rude, unheard of even, to interrupt someone at prayer, but that was exactly what Clover did then.
"Psst. PSST! Hey, um, excuse me?" she hissed, waving a hand in front of the older soldier's face. He startled, blinked, and then glared up at her.
"Whatcha want, you little rat? Can't you see I'm praying?" he whispered back, voice sharp.
"Yes, yes, but this is important and you're soldiers and--and I think there's a vampire in here! Guy back there--no don't look at him!" she quickly added when he started to turn his head. He paused, and instead side-eyed the mopping man, then turned a hard gaze back to Clover. "You gotta like...slay him or something."
The soldier let out a weary sigh and bowed his head again, eyes closed. "Sure he is. Ain't heard of no vampire ever entering a church. Don't waste my time, rat."
"But--!"
"That means, 'scram'. Now scoot!"
Thoroughly dismissed, Clover let out an exasperated sigh and looked back to the "vampire", shoulders rolling back. Well. If nobody was going to help here, then she'd just have to help herself. Idiots! They were sitting ducks like that, heads down and necks exposed!
With another huff for good measure, Clover turned to the altar, marched over to it, and snatched up the bowl of holy water, and strode back toward the vampire, jaw set. Fine. FINE. She would just have to prove it to everybody that she wasn't crazy and something weird was going on here and that this guy was totally shady!
"I brought some more water!" she announced cheerfully as she approached, all smiles.
Right before she threw said water in his face.