Arashi's only real reaction to the new vampire is a potentially record-breaking eyeroll, as the chatter drills fresh holes through the migraine already forming inside his skull. Other than that, he only just manages to avoid throwing Gabriel a poisonous glare, because he promised he wouldn't. If he was here for his own sake, he'd be interested in going a few rounds on the topic of "Dallas" with Gabriel, even just to blow off some steam.

"Let's get this over with," he says, and casts an icy look in the direction of the younger vampires before he finally turns and heads to the nearest door, withdrawing his keys. "Don't make noise, don't draw attention to yourselves. There's no reason for anyone to give a shit that you were ever here."

The key twists in the lock, and Arashi pushes the door open, leading the way into the most innocuous rest house in northern California, making it well outside the attention of the hipster baby vamps in both Los Angeles and the Bay Area. His blood checks them in, and instead of going upstairs, he takes them underground, ignoring so many closed, silent doors to choose one that has a long, almost violently gothic dining room on the other side of it.

At least here, they'll have the room to talk without being surrounded by red and black beds.