Seeing her there in the flesh, Lestat hesitated, that rage having had a brief time to settle since his arrival, but still fresh. He should strike her down. End her now, regardless of whatever time she comes from, it will end the same. She'll try to end him first.

And yet- he doesn't strike, jaw tense as he watches her look up at the strange stars with that annoyingly curious nature of hers, eyes flicking up to gaze at them himself.

"Did you not listen to their strange little ball of light?" he admonished with a drawl, as though it should be obvious.