The woman who happened to get into Stefan's way was a thin, willowy Cainite, wearing a modest dress covered in green and gold beads. Christine was faster than the average Cainite, moving at speeds so fast that most people didn't notice her. And she relied on that speed to place herself in Stefan's path, amidst the scramble and chaos that she'd proudly created.

"Monsieur," she said, grabbing his shoulder. Her accent was exceptionally thick, but she spoke with all the projection and control of a trained performer. "You are Stefan Salvatore, no?"