Amethyst sat staring around at all of the passing faces. She didn't like facing unknown enemies. Her left hand drifted down to rest on her backpack, feeling safe with her rifle close to her. On her right wrist she could feel the slight, familiar pressure of her hidden blade. She felt the typical urge to play with it, to make sure the bade was clean and joints were working, but not here. She resisted the urge because that would surely set off her identity here. Amethyst watched Violet disappear back into one of the coffee shops and felt bad for the vampire. Hopefully she'd be able to feed here so she wouldn't suffer anymore.