Allison has acknowledged that her fate as a hunter will bring her into contact with the weird and otherworldly, but she has to laugh at the fact it looks like she has walked into two more supernatural friendships. But then again, she supposes, that is just the life of an Argent. And she's a different breed of Argent as it were.

"Cm'on, Ghoul," she groans. "It's wax."

But she's already backing away, not abandoning the other two, but in an attempt to find the best path to the exit, moving away from the main hall. Peering up at the hidden camera wedged into the crown molding, she has to inwardly chuckle – security must be picking up on some weird shit.

"Down this way. We're less likely to be caught by security there since they were moving to the lobby earlier."