Cian's keen senses were not just olfactory and audio but vision as well, and seeing the girl's nose wrinkling made him sigh internally. For all he knew she could be just turned, therefore really as young as she looked, or she could be 150 years young. Whichever it was it was pretty clear to him that her reaction was not conducive to conversation so he moved away, going and leaning on a pole a few yards from the bar, taking another sip from his drink and looking around to see who was there before going and finding the bout manager.