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Alanis had a thing about maintaining eye contact too long. Perhaps it was because she'd grown up being told not to stare into dog's eyes but she also didn't like staring into people's eyes for too long either. It just made her uncomfortable and it seemed kind of strange and rude to stare at someone. Making eye contact with strangers was just kind of awkward for her but it seemed that this man didn't mind it too much. However, her shyness got the better of her and she decided to use inspecting her coffee as a distraction and first examined the cup and turning it around in her hands before taking another sip.

Had she known this had been the first time that someone bothered to ask him about his eyes she probably wouldn't believe him. Maybe there were a lot of strange people and beings in New York but that didn't mean that things couldn't still seem kind of strange. Maybe she was just too used to Melbourne. Vampires didn't seem to like it there as much or lycans though now that she was in the loop she heard that a ton of demons had made their homes there.

"Oh wow. That's really cool. I wish my eyes were naturally that colour, they're really striking and pretty."

Upon being told that she had a beautiful name the huntress seemed to shy away. She blushed and hastily took a sip of her coffee though she took it too fast and a little too much and ended up choking on the coffee as opposed to pulling off that calm, chill, intended sip. She cleared her throat as gracefully as one could clear a throat and went back to fiddling with her cup. Her plan had failed miserably and as a result her face became even more red at the prospect.

"I was actually looking to join the force possibly. I wasn't sure if I was going to go into criminal psych or forensics at first but I think I decided on criminal psych. It seemed pretty interesting. How about you?"

Alanis managed to pull the coffee thing off with a nervous laugh as well as staring, embarrassed, at her coffee cup as opposed to the man beside her. She knew, though, that she would have to make eye contact with him again eventually though she kind of dreaded it now after she'd butchered her attempt at taking a simple sip of coffee. How was someone supposed to butcher such a simple task? Apparently she'd managed. A better question in her case could have been how could someone butcher the scene she'd just made even more so than she had? Perhaps spilling some scaulding hot coffee on the guy's lap?

"Noticed the accent, huh? I was born in Ireland but we moved to Australia when I was about ten years old. I still have a wee bit o' Irish in me accent if you listen carefully."

Instead of using the cup as a distraction since she'd look like a complete and total tard if she simply kept staring at the cup, she hunched over in order to pet her Doberman which was now lying on the ground. In doing so her long red lockes draped across her shoulders and shielded her pale face from sight for a moment until she sat back up and faced him when he began explaining what exactly it was he was doing in New York.

"Not a problem. Wandering? Do you mean travelling? Oh ... that kind of wandering. I get it now, I think. What do you do for your living, if you don't mind me asking."

This man was certainly strange and intriguing, not to mention he was an absolute hunk. His body was absolutely perfecto and while the dreads were slightly discouraging they managed to suit him in strange, unexplainable fashion. His height was pretty massive in comparrison to her puny five foot five but that was alright with her. His eyes, though, those had been what had managed to catch her attention the most. They were haunting and absolutely beautiful, she was envious of those eyes.

Alanis still remained mostly ignorant of the man's interest in her. Of course she realized that he seemed interested in her origins as well as her reason for being in New York but she didn't realize that he was kind of getting the butterflies in the stomach over her. As for him choking on his coffee, it'd probably startle the s**t out of her and she might jump and spill the rest of her own coffee. Upon that thought she subconsciously took another sip, hoping to rid herself of the substance as fast as possible as as not to be inconvenienced by it. Carrying it would be annoying as well as accidentally spilling it. After all, this coat wasn't super costly but it'd been worth some money for sure.

"Yeah they are. But they blend together pretty well. Australia and Ireland have had ties to one another since forever, England too. It's why all those accents have similarities but differences. Oh? Where did you stay in Australia? And if you like the heat I definitely don't recommend the Emerald Isles. It's constantly raining there and when it's not raining it's snowing or it's blaring hot out. Ridiculous weather over there, really."

She kept her ears perked as he explained that he decided to do whatever jobs came his way. So he was a freelancer more or less and was just kind of exploring the world from the sounds of things. It kind of made her wonder where he was from. She could assume Africa but from what she heard when he spoke he didn't seem to have much of an accent so she didn't know where to place him on the globe based solely off his voice. She did, however, like his voice, it was deep and guttural, it had a beast-like tendency to it but it was gentle at the same time and extremely intriguing. She'd dare to say sexy since the rest of him was pretty gorgeous anyhow.

"A freelancer, huh? It sounds like your entire life's an adventure of some sort! Where are you originally from? And no, you're not doing bad at all. Sorry if I implied that at all, I didn't mean to."

His smile was something she'd grown quite accustomed to and she enjoyed it. The smile in itself managed to comfort her and make her a little less nervous though she still didn't make eye contact a whole lot. However, she periodically looked at him when either he or herself were speaking just so that she didn't seem like a complete and total freak of nature. Then again she was Irish so she had an excuse.

"Not all that much. My parents just kind of decided to cart me back and forth between Ireland and Australia sort of thing. We had the Grandparents, my mum's parnets in Ireland and a huge portion of dad's family in Australia so we moved there."

Upon hearing that he didn't even know where he was originally from the woman frowned and looked somewhat perplexed at the idea. It was almost unheard of in her world that someone didn't know where they were originally from. Perhaps her guess about Africa wasn't all that far off then but she really had no basis upon which to rest her conviction. For all she knew and apparently for all he knew he could have been born in Japan and was a citizen there and owned a really cool corporate company he knew nothing about.

"Oh wow. That seems unfortunate you don't know where you're originally from. I suppose it's not that important but you know what I mean. But travelling the world all your life sounds like an adventure for sure but I think it'd get a little tiring after a while. Maybe that's just me."

She actually noticed that for the first time that Sol seemed to be the one shying away from her as he was now voluntarily looking at the ground instead of her. This made her ponder his words about his father and his trips around the world with his parents. Perhaps something had gone wrong? Either way she could tell that there was a reason behind him not explaining further and that he did not wish to be pursued on the topic. While she was known for her curiousity she also knew when to lay low and just keep quiet.

"I don't actually have a permanent job landed yet. I still have to apply with the coppers here in New York."

When asked if she wanted to be walked home she couldn't help but blush at the offer. Sure he was a large man and she was pretty average but he really had no idea just what she was capable of. She'd already told him that she was a cop so he must have had some idea that she was able to defend herself. Of course she wasn't going to unnecessarily admit to an acquaintance that she was a hunter. She didn't know how he'd handle the information and her read on him was that he definitely wasn't human, that was for sure.

"Sure. That'd be wonderful. I mean I have my big bad pooch here with me and I'm a cop so if you're worried I'm going to get mugged or something please don't waste your time. But if you're up for a walk then feel free."

Victor walked out to the streets again after an hour or so. He was back to his normal self. He looked around making sure no one had noticed him while stalking his prey. He continued to walk down the sidewalk keeping an eye out for anything that might attack him, or anything he thinks might attack him.

Victor was getting bored. He had not had a fun night so far. No vampires, hunters, or demons had been seen so far. He was getting incredibly bored. He looked around looking for something that might resemble any of the other opposing races. Victor sniffed the air for a moment trying to find something, but he could not pinpoint anything, so he just kept walking.

Kara flinched. "You felt that? I thought that only people in the same room could feel it." She asked her brother. *Yeah right. Sure normal people didn't feel it but i'm still tied to you. I feel almost everything you do. Anyway. Are you gonna lead us? I see it in your eyes. You need the things more than we do. But you just decided to give up when your body lives on it. Why do you think you flinch when someone touches you? Its cause your powers are trying to find a way out but at the same time your gaining things. It hurts you but it helps you. So you see you should do these things with us.* Shade taunted. He then laughed his animal laugh when Kara glared at him. Kara didn't know what to do. Cause it all made sense to her. If she'd opened her mind to think about it she probably would've figured this out awhile ago. "Give me a sec. I need to think." She told Shade.

Lissa stopped walking and closed her eyes. She turned around and walked back towards the vamp. "Listen i'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. Anyway my name is Vasilissa. Or Lissa for short." She told the girl quietly. She then turned to Krissor. "Tell her what the panther is saying." She told Krissor. Krissor stared at Lissa. Then after while he sighed. "The panther is saying that the girl should become the leader so she can let her power free without feeling the after affect like when she touches people." He summed up for them. He then hopped up on Lissa's head and curled into a ball.