Peter's fists tightened as the girl's mouth opened, revealing her fangs. Vampires. He hated Vampires. Why did it have to be Vampires?
In hindsight, it wasn't that surprising - this was probably the biggest collection of monsters this side of the gates into Dis, but that didn't make him any less uncomfortable with it.
"If you don't mind, boss, I'd like to stay with the Van. I'm not exactly comfortable walking into a den of vipers without my guns."
He'd check his weapons if the Boss told him, but any supernatural creature could beat him to death with all the effort that he needed to peel an orange. Not exactly a prospect he was looking forward to dealing with, and there were probably some creatures in here that would relish killing him.