It was his inquiry of her work that has a sly grin working around the corners of her mouth as she simply raises to take yet another sip of her drink. Depositing it once again on the bar she answers him, "Simply a 9-5 work day of course," she responds airily a chuckle following her words at her own joke. It was clearly a lie given her garb but she had no need to let the stranger in on her nightly adventures. It was shortly after that, that has the commotion at the bar, propelling Vhalla forward to place a hand on the intruder's arm, calling over her shoulder, "No, I don't know them."

Her interference does the work, his hand dropping from the bartender's clothing, as the man scuttles away in terror. Watching the surprise then the sneer cross the stranger's face, Vhalla can't help but sigh openly at his words as she drops her hand. It was the same with all her male targets, the open scoffing and the derogatory terms, how a petite white haired woman wasn't able to handle them. On the contrary, the majority of them ended up slit open in the middle of an alley.

Shaking her head slightly at them, she watches as the second man behind the first, produces a blade from somewhere in his cloak, positioning it at her side. "Now boys, I suggest taking your little game elsewhere, we wouldn't want to be drawing any attention," she suggests openly, gesturing with her hands at them. Watching the rage dance across the men's faces she can't help but let a mischievous smile tug at her lips, her shoulders shrugging slightly at them. "You bitch!" the man with the knife growls at her in anger.

Making a grab for her, she allows him to grab her wrist and tug her forward, a knowing smile playing on her lips, "Ah, that name again. I don't appreciate that very much," she says amused, "Didn't your mother ever teach you to not touch a woman without permission?" she asks rhetorically, simply to see the rage cross the men's face again. "We're here for Ceara but I think this little girl wants to play with us too, Paul," the man next to the bar clenches his teeth together, as "Paul" presses the knife into her side.

Another shrug from Vhalla's shoulder another sigh escaping through her lips another small shake of her head.

"It's also rude to talk about someone while they are standing in front of you." "Shut your damn mouth!" Paul shouts over the noise, pressing the knife even farther into her side. The assassin was intentionally egging them on as her eyes search for the third stranger, catching him making his way to the stairs, clueless to the commotion at the bar, she returns her attention back to the men nearly forgetting about the vampire behind her. Looking briefly over her shoulder at Sebastian, her eyes twinkling with amusement she mouths "sorry" at him before she turns her gaze back to the intruders, Paul in particular as he sneers at her, "Your boyfriend isn't going to save you."

"You should be worrying about me, not him," Vhalla says suddenly, letting her blade spring free from her suit on her forarm, slicing into Paul's hand. Stumbling back away from her, a shout of pain, she could feel the knife that was poised at her side, jerk into her, breaking the skin. Ignoring the sharp stinging pain, she knocks the dagger away as it clatters to the ground. Glancing around at Paul, his hand clutched to his chest, his friend has a much slower reaction, the shock still registering on his face before it contorts in fury, "You just made a big mistake, bitch!" he shouts at her before advancing. Dodging his grab at her arm, she takes a step backwards forgetting Sebastian is there as she knocks into him. Without looking behind her, she instead flashes a taunting grin at the strangers before all hell broke loose.