Irene
What a droll face. So young and holding back so much. She may not have been able to tell what, but she knew that was a sorry way to live, even if that was most comfortable to a person. But then, perhaps she wasn't someone to talk. Irene leaned over and gave him a hearty slap on the back.
"You will get wrinkles if you frown so much. It might devalue your handsome face, so I advise against it. It's not as if squinting helps you see better, mm?"
Her tone was milder now, less like clouds and more like a rain, but the words nevertheless held an edge of teasing. Though speaking to him, she was more looking at Alicia for a second. Either she was very good at reading people, very wide-hearted herself, or both. Were the vampire a more impressionable sort, she might have felt inspired, but it was far too soon for that.
"A gentleman shouldn't shun a lady's kindness," she concluded, before turning her eyes to the speaking wolf once more. "But other than crates, that most fearsome of adversaries, what have you needed to deal with? Have you had the luck of avoiding all less than discourse-allowing threats, or is one of you... handy with self-defense?"