[ The Master was long gone. Staked just like every other vampire she's crossed paths with. Well, almost every vampire. The evil vampires definitely. She managed not to shudder at the memory of the Master and his beady yellow eyes.

Instead she focused on the fact that she was maybe asking a little much of Vasquez but this really was what she did. Who she was. She wasn't just his bartender right now. ]

Watching my back. Also, in my experiece there isn't usually just ghosts. There's always an idiot who summoned them. Maybe it's not the case in the city but if it is then we got a human problem and that's something you can fight.