Irene
More than one thing about this woman's words rankled within Irene, such that she turned her head from the shop owner at once. What kind of travesty was she spouting? Or was she a great actor, and her tone just a mere joke? If anyone had to be outraged here, it was the vampire for having to listen to this insane apologia.
"I'm sorry, do you have tart for brains, or is there a punchline we're waiting for?" Irene asked, vitriolic old accent slipping into her tone. "If he didn't want to get hurt, maybe he shouldn't have infringed on other people's rights. It's just fair game, right? You shit on other people, you deserve to be shat on."
Or removed and squashed, like a parasite. She knew a few things about that.