[ As mortified as Gray is, she has to feel sorry for the vampiress and her poor dignity. She's terribly aware of her vampire guide's hand on her back, but she doesn't have the presence of mind to politely extricate herself while Gen is out here pointing and shouting for the entire parlor to hear.

With both hands, Gray tries to gently but urgently lower Gen's pointing arm like his (extremely rude) finger is a brandished knife. ]

H-He let me in because he saw me at the entrance. I'd come because a bird told me you might be here...

[ Literally, not metaphorically, an actual bird. A tinge of embarrassment enters her voice. ]

He's just been explaining everything to me. That is... how the establishment works.