Emily
In hindsight, Emily noted that she probably should've taken into account that, distracted or not, Mordred was actually a fighter while most certainly was not. The Changeling's grip was just short of painful, but Emily stared back at her resolutely regardless.
"I'm trying to make sure we don't end up easy pickings for whoever attacked us earlier," Emily stated, "Maybe you had a run-in with some Kindred back before you got here, but we have no way of knowing that vampires here are the same as vampires there. Think for a moment, if this place has Changelings who haven't even gone through a Durance, Changelings who didn't even come around the same way we did, think of what other differences there could be! That aside, I'm not looking forward to meeting a vampire either, but unless she keeps regular correspondence with these two here, chances are that we won't even have to bother with her. Now if you're going to go out at night hunting vampires, I can't really help you there, but can you please focus on the immediate concerns? Like whatever shady group that one bitch who beat the hell out of belonged to, assuming she was part of one?"