Case Seven
[Now Motoko is just annoyed as she walks down a hall for the transporter pad, one hand firmly against the wall when the fog thickens and a vampire that looks like this appears in front of her to size her up, wondering if she'd be a good victim. His eyes stop on the sheathed knife at her waist for a bit and he hisses and disappears with the increased fog. She notices the direction his gaze went and smirks slightly as she taps a finger on its handle.]
Interesting....
Interesting....