"Please, don't you know any other insults?" Vhalla rolls her eyes down at the woman before moving to stand behind her and out of sight. Surprisingly the super natural offered up a name yet the assassin was still rather skeptical at any truth in it. Simply she brushes the thought away and grins sardonically behind the girl, "Let me repeat myself, everyone knows something, Grace" she hisses at her, enunciating the name purposefully. Of course, Vhal had no idea if she were offering a real or a fake name, but it never hurt to pretend like everyone was a liar. Especially in the kinds of predicaments the stranger was finding herself in.

It was then that the woman was rambling that caused the witch to go slack, her mind becoming hazy and confused as her body attempted to comply with Edie's demands. It was only pure will that caused the assassin to put her foot down and force her brain to work correctly. It takes several moments before Vhalla can get her body to cooperate and then a fiery rage descended through her as if it were summoned by the devil himself. Plastering a smile on her face, that did not touch her ice blue eyes, she becomes full predator, prowling from behind the chair to stand in front of her captive.

"You clever little thing, that's a nice trick you have there," she purrs threateningly at Edie, "However, I don't take commands easily." Twirling her hunting knife in the palm of her hand with expert ease, she grasps the hilt and flashes out quickly to slice open part of the woman's right thigh just above the knee. The wound was not deep enough to cause permanent damage nor to cause her to faint from loss of blood, but Vhal knew the type of pain it would inflict. She had plenty of similar scars across her body.

Waiting for the reaction, she then wipes the bloodied blade on the woman's other leg in order to clean it. Shrugging, "I suppose I'll give your jeans some new character if you refuse to give me answers." Taking a step back she crosses her arms casually and pops out a hip, as if this was a normal day in the life of Vhalla Solarn. Of course, it was, but many didn't know that nor did they have a reason to know it. Tossing a stray lock of white hair over her shoulder, she regards the were-creature again, "I'll make you a bargain," the corner of her mouth tugs up into a grin, "you tell me what you do know and I'll think about not killing you."

"Let's hear that name of yours again, also, why don't you tell me what pack you belong to too while you're at it," it had only just dawned on Vhal that the were-creature could very well belong to Tet's pack and someone might be trying to undermine his girlfriend. Of course, she didn't particularly care for the brute, but Sam... Sam she cared very much about what happened to her.