Bulma just rolls her eyes, still digging around in her bottomless purse. "We don't hate vampires, we hate the idea of you guys. You know, what you're capable of, what your kind usually get up to, and a lot of you are vicious assholes so I mean it makes sense--aha, there you are!" She frees her wand with an exclamation--a screwdriver with a wooden handle. She twirls it in her fingers, other hand firmly placed on her hip.

"I don't need the money you don't have, maybe I'm just a really great person who wants to help."

Glancing around again, she quickly gets down and starts drawing a circle around Eponine and the body with her wand. It doesn't show up on the concrete, but she knows it's there, just like her grimace at being this close to a corpse.

"The Thames is super close. Don't move--and don't try anything." She warns before she closes her eyes, tip of the screwdriver against the circle that can't be seen. And then it can, for only a split second, a faint glow. When she's done she stands, crossing her arms over her chest.

"As long as I stay with you--and conscious," She adds as another warning, "you and the body are invisible. You're carrying it yourself though."