Beatrice could hardly contain her amusement at how not one, but two of their companions had already caught onto her true identity. She hadn't been trying all that hard to hide it, but she was still a little impressed at their deductive skills, even hazarding to guess they may have little trouble in the coming challenge. This minor hunch wasn't any reason for her to drop the illusion yet, she was rather certain that they had no hard evidence, so she might as well play with them a bit longer before the big reveal. Her expression remains a mask of cheery enthusiasm through all of the two's comments, only stopping to nod once or twice in agreement with Frank's agreement and with the bloodsucker's strangely friendly invitation. There wasn't much to comment on about the arrival, she had already gathered that he was in some way related, and she wasn't surprised in the slightest when he showed up and told them off passively. He spoke in an indirect manner, so Beatrice made note to be careful around him, he seemed like the manipulative type just at a glance.

Following the flow of the conversation after an unexpected outburst from the second quietest member of the group, the young witch steps forth to stand face-to-face with their vampiric patron-

"I think we'd like to take you up on that offer, I find my thoughts distracted when amongst such clamorous folk. It may do us all well to get somewhere quiet so we can...get to know eachother." She gestures for their resident vampire to lead the way, and after he gives a well-mannered [i]"This way"[/i], follows after him to where the private room was located. He guides them through a darker portion of the club and past a small handful of curious patrons, eventually leading them to an inconspicuous side door. With the rap of a hand, the door opens up to reveal a comfortable lounge-like room reserved for them. 

The Chaos Witch takes a step inside, her great hat seemingly shrinking impossibly as she walks through the door so that it wouldn't brush the sides. It reverts to its original size immediately, but it had unmistakably changed its shape for a brief instant on the way in. Not waiting to be ushered in, she walks straight to one of the seats near the centre of the room and sinks down into it with elegant posture. The room was plenty large enough for them to talk freely, and from the sounds of it, it was entirely soundproof. With a subtle smile stretched across her face, it seemed the witch Beatrice was pleased at how things were playing out. She waited patiently for the conversation to begin anew, showing no interest in spearheading the process so long as she wasn't needed. This seemed to betray the false character she was attempting to portray, but it seemed a few in their group had already caught on that she was concealing her identity. She ran over the circumstances and information a few times in her head, trying to consider the possibilities and pinpoint the unknown factors at play. She didn't have enough information to make a sound deduction yet, but she had a hunch that things weren't going as smoothly as it might seem.