Haunted Wood Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight

Learned from Mother, not a pack. Possibly. "So you're not Mexican?" 
She didn't have the accent...but that can be learned. 
She moved around Serem defensively, watching her. Blocking her against the edge of the pit. 
She didn't know what to make of the situation, but she'd protect herself first, and give a shit about what others think later.

"Would you turn out like your Mother?" Supposed she did, then Vanity wouldn't have to do any of the work really. But who would know; whether it was her blood or an incident, she'd perhaps have to recreate. 
"And, are you dangerous?" Dangerous to her. She didn't care about anyone else, but perhaps they should repair their fractures. Properly.