They've both got eyes like that. Velvet's only burn red when she's gorged herself on the lives of others; otherwise, like now, they're just an unusually bright gold. But they're much older eyes than she deserves to wear.

"Thoughtful of you." She tilts her head, looks sideways, eyes down, halfway in a thought. "I didn't expect anyone else to be awake at this hour."

She doesn't answer in kind immediately, instead coming up fully into the light to stare into the fire, her gold eyes reflecting the flames so brightly it would be genuinely uncanny in any world not so full of wonder and strangeness as the Legionnaires take for granted every day. Then she steps back and sits by the fire, herself, looking over to Seras, fixing her with her usual flatly careful stare.

"Velvet."

She is not the most socially gracious of animals.