"I'm not much of a fighter, and my Thompson wouldn't do much unless I could get it right next to her head. I think it's best to assume she means no harm." Evelyn says. Being the party face, she goes up to meet the new Kindred, a dashing smile on her face.
She gives a polite bow before speaking.
"Hello Miss and welcome to our speakeasy. My name is Evelyn, and I take it you're here to have a little fun?" she asks, radiating an air of friendliness.