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'Step sire.' How weird a word it was to hear. Childe. Sire. Sibling. These were words she was used to. The roles of the first being the newest to her it would seem...until now. This wasn't the time to dwell on such things though and she cast her eyes over Lorde's once more, wondering if she'd be a friend or foe. She'd taken an almost instant disliking to Falcon but then she wasn't Enver's blood, not really, and she had been convinced to give the girl another chance. So time would tell it would seem as to whether or not step sire was a role she was willing to play to his childer or if she would wash her hands of them altogether.

Keara squeezed Enver's hand a little tighter as he gave a very vague answer to Lorde's question as to what had happened recently. She didn't mind that he didn't volunteer the fact that he was married, thinking that perhaps he either realised that it had already been said or wanted to talk to Lorde about it in more detail when they were alone. The female was bound to have questions about their relationship and Enver was probably trying to avoid those until he could answer freely without Keara at his side. As he continued to speak she stayed silent; he had questions for his daughter, ones that apparently wouldn't wait until they were alone and so she quietly looked from one to the other, to the other. Her gaze always returned to and lingering the longest on the side of her husband’s face but that was to be expected considering how she felt about him. She was behaving, for now, though if that good behaviour would last was something that remained to be seen.

Lorde picking at her fangs didn’t bother Keara, not in this location; had she been doing it in the middle of a street... well that would have been a different story. She watched and listened to their exchange of words, unsure as to what their relationship was like. The pair were obviously familiar with one another but there didn’t seem to be much of a physical connection between. This was possibly a good thing as if Lorde had pounced on Enver the moment she saw him she may have taken an instant dislike to the woman.

Homophobic? Not Keara. She was quite accepting of most things so long as they didn’t have any impact on her. The things she feared were far more interesting and spoke more to her life experiences. Same sex partnerships weren’t exactly new. What had caught her attention however was the fact that she had cleaned up her mess. She hadn’t thought that Enver would like that information and so her eyes immediately went to him to study his micro expressions.

When Enver was given the chance to speak. As she suspected, the first thing he commented on was the fact that she’d killed people. She’d been wondering if she’d hear judgement in his voice, as she knew he didn’t like her killing people; not that she did that all that often, as killing frail creatures wasn’t something she did unless it were necessary.

“Enver,” she shook her head lightly. “Joke thusly you should not. Human institution no place is for one of our kind.”

The word human didn’t roll off of the tongue for her, as she was happier with her own way of addressing them but didn’t believe Lorde would understand her if she used her preferred terminology. Having half-heartedly chastised her husband, she looked to his childe.

“Matter to me it does not to whom married you are. Fear such things I do not.”

Her eyes moved swiftly back to Enver, knowing that he might try to tease her about the one ridiculous fear she did have, her look warning him not to even attempt to make light of that. Though it was entirely possible that that thought had not and would not cross his mind, as it wasn’t something that came up all that often and she was sure he’d accepted it as just another one of her quirks.

Jonah had trailed behind Enver, still concerned for the allurists well being as they found their way back to Keara and an unknown individual. A brow arched and he looked to the head of the Vedarian line, wondering if an explanation would be coming. He knew that Keara was becoming more social outside of the family, but it was still strange for him to see it first hand. The killer was still growing used to this version of her.

The identification of the new girl came from an unknown source when Enver said "kiddo" and Jonah looked at her with a new light. She was in the catacombs so there had been little doubt in his mind that she was a vampire but the interaction with Keara made more sense now. When Enver introduced him, he simply nodded in response to the dismissive wave and let the conversation move on.

He had stumbled in to a bit of a family matter but Keara was the closest thing he had to a sire so he decided to stay there in case he was needed. When the issue of jail arose, he spoke up for the first time, "If you need some help with...paperwork to...distance yourself from all that, I think I know someone that can help."

Keara made no move to distance herself from Enver as everyone conversed, keeping her fingers laced with his with her free hand on his bicep. She didn't look half as odd standing at his side as she used to when he wore his business attire, his more casual dress code of jeans and t-shirt had become the norm when they were together these days; a fact that made their differing styles much less pronounced. Of course they still didn't look like a natural couple what with their noticeable age difference and while Enver looked like he were several years her senior, this was certainly not the case. Keara had tucked herself in close to Enver and now stood half hidden behind his body. She'd managed not to hug and kiss him, (as they were careful with their behaviour when in public), but that didn't mean that she was going to stand back and pretend he meant nothing to her. The way in which she positioned herself though almost made her seem the more vulnerable of the pair, which again would have been another wrong assumption to make as she was unquestionably the more violent. This behaviour was something she seemed to do naturally these days when around people she didn't know well, though admittedly those occasions were few and far between and the reasoning behind it was still a mystery even to her.

The conversation itself was quite serious and Keara looked between the faces as they spoke. Forging paperwork could be good, disposing of any evidence of her crime was perhaps better. This was something Keara could look into doing herself if she wanted to spend a little time trying to hack into the local authorities’ databases. She had very little to say on the subject though at that moment and didn’t really feel the need to speak until Lorde aimed a few questions at her and Enver. She was composed enough so as not to let the blood rise in her cheeks at the question as to sound proofing as she was still wondering about how to answer where it was that she would be living. She knew Lorde had a room at the theatre of course but she didn’t realise that Lorde was so attached to her sire that she would presume to still be living with or near him now that he was married. As for the elusive wife of which she spoke, Keara began to wonder if she would be expected to open her home to yet more of those to whom she had no true bond. She and Enver had not yet spoken of any such arrangements and so her grip on Enver’s hand tightened and she looked to him as if she’d been rendered mute.

‘Spoken we have not of your childe’s accommodation. Perhaps better it would be if she at the theatre alone for now does stay.’

She spoke direct into his mind, her eyes upon him to see how he’d react. This conversation didn’t seem to need to include her right now and she had no right to tell Enver where he should place his childe. She hadn’t anticipated this and would need to put some thought into it all before she could make a decision either way as to include this one among her numbers. Allowing her access to her home didn’t just give her access to Enver, it gave her access to her entire family, and without knowing more about her, this wasn’t something she was willing to risk.

It seemed that there was a general consensus that getting her new papers would be for the best and unsure how welcome he was in the little reunion, he stepped away from the crowd after Lorde had thanked him. "Of course. You're family now."

Pulling his phone out, he wandered a few steps until he found suitable signal and tapped out a message to Digo.

Have a friend that needs new IDs and papers. Your business still doing that?

Not expecting an immediate response, he knew the other Killer was often busy with the many ventures he had going on, he stepped back to the group as they were discussing where Lorde would be staying. Hearing no one else offer any suggestions, he attempted to be friendly towards Enver's childe. "Depending on how Keara feels, I'm sure there's room in the asylum if you need a place to stay."