"If she's here, then it means she's not there, which means one of two things. Either the people are still safe, or the people are all dead. However, I doubt that Erina could've cleared out the pub in the time which she's been out of our sight. However... our new baby might not be so tame. She will be confused and hungry." Opening his cloak slightly, D'Artigo reveals a few flasks of blood. "These will help with the hunger, and seeing us with her will make her more comfortable."
"Yes she's my baby now... oh, now what am I going to call you ex-Angel? I can't call you angel anymore... and you're not a kitten... maybe I shall call you Lyca? Yes. Lyca it shall be."
"As for not willing to take on a wolf, it's quite the opposite. We can tell who is Lycan, and who isn't. Since you are Lycan now, she will feel more inclined to attack you until she learns to cope. One of you could easily die if worst comes to worst. And we don't want that to happen."
"Well, I need to call you something, don't I? What a silly question."
"And while I'm aware that you are fairly capable of defending yourself if you were fighting my baby, I must admit that I can be protective of my children. She will live. Don't worry. And I know she can't stay permanently. But she needs guidance. At least for the beginning."
"You are my acquaintances. Did you think I was referring to you as my baby?"
"I was saying that in desperate times, which you may find yourself in while around a newborn Vampire... you may take drastic measures. When you are close to death, you may exert self defense and kill the threat. It's only natural."
"New forms, eh? You look human enough to me." She again took a place closer, but squezed herself between Miv and Rand.
"And don't give me crap how you totally change. Try having your spine stretched out a foot or two and then you can talk to me about it. All you guys get is some pointy teeth, a new apetite, and the ability to live forever."