"Didn't you listen to the Angel Beast?" snapped Drusilla, her eyes flashing angrily. She didn't particular care about the relationship between the human prisoners and the vampiric prisoners, but he did. That was the only thing that really mattered.

(Besides, they couldn't run from a mob when they were trapped inside a city. There was nowhere to hide. If the ship sank, they'd have to sink with it.)

"He wants us to make friends."

He wanted them to make friends and she was walking out with her fangs flashing.