Kyle wanted to enjoy a nice beer in the chill pub not far from his place, to have some time to himself this evening before returning home to wake up to another day of frustration and confusion with the whole damn city. His desires are interrupted when a fight breaks out between the two guys beside him. He minds his own business until the blade comes out, at which point he jumps up with a couple other guys to start breaking up the fight, dragging the unarmed drunkard away from the antagonist that the other guys are grabbing. He passes off the guy as soon as the official security is there, all too grateful to return to his drink.

That is, until someone- something down the bar catches his attention. The woman is a complete stranger, but he recognizes the slight widening of her eyes and the way she seems to react to the fight, not afraid of the conflict but of the result of it. Kyle grabs his drink and walks over, taking his seat beside her instead of where he was.

"You should probably go," he says easily, looking behind the bar instead of at the woman as he takes another sip of his beer. It's as amicable as he'll get with what he's pretty damn sure is a vampire.