The woman casts a sidelong look to the bleeding hunter, letting out a low, impressed whistle. Her gaze returns to Salem, impressed and a little wary.

"Damn. Haven't seen a trick like that in years. Well," She eases from the chair with a grunt as Twitchy's feet begin to...well, twitch. "I suppose introductions are in order before things get festive."

She slams her cane on the ground once, forcing what appeared to be a dark wood cane to flatten into a wide, silvery blade as a mantle of black feathers seemed to come in at the shoulder of her coat.

"Eileen the Crow is what they call me. Besides 'bitch' or 'traitor', anyways."

Flicking her wrist forward, the blade snapped to life and coiling around her protectively.

"If you're satisfied, young man, I'm only here for him. Best you leave before this gets bloodier."