Jack heard Marcus Belby's warning, but she was out of Blood's way - still, to let Belby she had heard and did not seek to disobey, she took a small step back, still focused on the task of lifting Khaat out of the pit. Blood seemed to have taken notice of her, finally, and began tossing out threats and comments. Jack smirked ever so slightly, paying him no mind. Please. Did he know who she was, and who she had dealt with? Those threats were pleasant talk to her, conversational even. She was not shaken nor rattled. "We'll plan on tea first," she called to him, her eyes still on Khaat as the woman began to reach the top.
She heard pops behind her and glanced back, noticing two new men approach the fray - first, and foremost, being Michael Tremaine. It had been awhile since she had seen Michael, and it was unfortunate that she had to see him in these circumstances. The other man was sizing her up and caught her eye. His comment was not lost on her and she cast out a quick glance around, spotting a small cafe kitchen. She ensured that Belby hadKhaat before she backed towards the cafe.
As she grew closer, she summoned a flank to her. A lamp shank found her and she hefted it along, moving away from Khaat. If she could just get Blood out of the pit and away from Khaat, she was sure the men would cut the werewolf off from his prey. And she could deal with him in the meantime. She swung the meat, helping the scent catch on the breeze.