[Ooc: I swear I thought I did this, sorry guys]
IC:
Dark eyes regarded Tall Johnny as he opened the gate, and more curiously, more as he spoke. The human was shifty in a manner the Zith did not like. It was what changed a sheep from a prey to the hunter. Usually in that case, clawless ones should be killed and eaten or left to be.
All the same the woman looked upon Johnny until he turned to address the crowd, the moment taken to adjust her cloak with preening air, the hint of her pink tongue upon her lips chased nearby drops of crimson as her eyes scanned the crowd. It was a promise of sorts as much as continued blood, and more. Dark eyes cut towards the bleeding man before turning back as Johnny spoke once again to her. Astoiredea quirked her lips slightly, a meeting in the morrow with one such as Johnny, could not promise to be a pleasant ordeal.
Or perhaps it could be possibly tame, a...reprimand. However that seemed, out of place in the city which they dwelled.
"Tomorrow." She spoke the word in acknowledgement of what the human had said now, what time that might be for the day sleeper was something else entirely.