Claire – Oliver was having trouble fitting the name to this young woman standing infront of him- froze, betraying her shock. Then, calmly, she lifted her head and returned the greeting. "Well well. Hello Oliver" She had a thin trickle of blood running down the side of her mouth, but she made no move to wipe it off.
At Olivers silence she grinned, showing sparkly white fangs that had yet to disappear. "Watsamatta, cat got your tongue?" she chuckled softly to herself, and appeared more relaxed. Oliver opened his mouth but was cut off, making him frown in annoyance. He didn't like this new, outgoing Claire.
"So, what does Amelie want? I know you're not here of your own accord" Seeing his face darken at the mention lf Amelie, Claire's grin grew wider. She was all teeth.
Before he could answer her, she spoke again "Well, doesn't matter anyway. Tell her that whatever it is she wants, she can't have it. Not from me. I'm done with Morganville". Her grin faded and the music grew louder as she opened the door back into the club. She'd taken a step forward when Oliver replied to her original question.
