She presumes correctly.

She'll make a show of contemplating the list of specials on the wall, then getting a drink (they'd agreed it was for the best, despite Nausicaa's distaste for the whole matter. Gaara doesn't really... Care, about already dead people) and lounging with Nausicaa on her arm, surveying the room and speaking to her friend in low tones. Mostly Nausicaa is doing a very good impression of someone silly and infatuated. Gaara finds it disconcerting, but hiding emotional reactions in favor of intensity isn't hard for her.

Eventually a vampire settles down next to them.  "This your first time?" he asks Gaara.

"Here, yes."

"We're a bit new to the area," she says with a giggle and a flutter of her eyelashes and a lean against Gaara.

He looks Gaara up and down.  "You're a sand demon, right?  I didn't think you guys usually went in for the blood sucking thing."  He sips his vividly crimson drink.

"Tema's mixed. Quite exotic."

Vampire snorts.  "How'd you hear about this place?"

"I'm good at making friends."

She puts a hand on Nausicaa's arm, and smiles. It's probably intensely creepy. "From a woman named Vanessa."

"That name sounds familiar actually."

"It is pretty common."

Vampire rolls his eyes.  "I mean - tall pale woman, long straight dark hair," he gestures about halfway down his back, "throaty laugh, very into her own mysteriousness?  If it's the same lady I've seen her hanging around here."

"Very. She's been stringing us along a little. Said she'd help us find Tema's grandfather, and, well. Obsessed with her own mysteriousness is definitely how I'd describe her. She likes to refuse to meet with people in person. Makes talking hard."

Snort.  "Maybe you can corner her here."

"That'd be ideal, yeah. Feels like a place she might like to brood."

Vampire snickers a little, but he seems to be getting bored of her; he turns his attention back to his drink.

She smiles, leans against Gaara, and starts casting her gaze around for someone who looks like they could use (and would get usefully flustered at) a pretty girl flirting with them.

Well, here's somebody who blushes and smiles when she catches his eye.  He's not a vampire, either - his grin reveals needle-thin teeth, black and translucent like the fangs of a deep-sea viperfish.

She tells Gaara she's going to stretch her legs, and moseys on over nearby him, flashing him a mischievous grin.

He ducks his head and blushes Even More and grins, and gives a little wave.

"Hey there," she says, smiling at him and coming up.

He suppresses a giggle.  "Hi."

"Mind if I sit?"

"Sure!  - I mean, no, I don't mind."