It was something of a pleasant surprise to be addressed by a woman first. It gave Mina hope for some kind of Crone presence in the city. Or at the very least, hope for some respect. "Yes," she said, all business, "I was invited here to interview for a position."

Mina took out her little chatting device, whatever it was called. As deftly as possible, she dialed in the proper numbers, pulling up her earlier conversation with the latest man to claim the mantel of Dracula. She had met several in her lifetime thus far. Only one had had much credibility, as far as she could tell, but that never really mattered to her. She wasn't Ordo Dracul, after all.

"Ah, here it is," she said, skimming the conversation. "Something about a medic position."