Sharpshooter:
Sharp tips his hat to Nightshade, saying "forgive me, ma'am. That was uncalled for. It's just that things were simpler back in my day. Usually someone lookin' like a bat had a name like Alucard or some such, and they weren't so friendly as you are."
Nightshade's face briefly contorted into a mask of furious hatred, her eyes glowing an angry red, her fangs extending then quickly retracting as she glared at Sharpshooter for a moment. She closed her eyes, curled her hands into tight fists, and let out a terse hiss, her anger visible draining away almost as quickly as it arose.
"My apologies for my explosive reaction. I hate the undead. The last Nosferatu stupid enough to use that alias near me, I staked 3 ways, ripped its limbs off, burned the remains to a crisp with a solar mirror, and then I got creative. Let's just say its ashes are now part of a church near Vatican City and a Mosque in Jerusalem"
She looked into Sharpshooter's eyes and smiled warmly,
"Your apology is accepted."