Saya smells blood everywhere, but she can still target in on the places where it's concentrated. That's how she finds Chipp, more or less appearing in front of him as though she teleported, since her movement is too fast to visually follow.

She's spattered with blood herself, though most of it is vampire blood, and the katana she wields is stained in places. She gives him a nod -- she understands why he's doing what he's doing. They talked about as much, after all, not realizing that there would be an opportunity so soon.

A time to take out all the loss, grief, and rage on beings that deserve it.

"I'll help you find some."

She cocks her head, listening, seeking heartbeats that are human and not vampiric, and locates a small group that's trying to sneak away from the jail and toward the underground mall.

"I think I have some candidates." She grins, a sharp, frightening thing that shows her fangs.