Mina followed, watching Integra with a lofted eyebrow. Ordo Dracul, she decided. The woman's demeanor was detached, scientific. Almost androgynous, not that Mina was one to talk. Perhaps she was a Mekhet, if she was, in fact, Kindred. Mina had always felt a bit weary of the Mekhet, despite the fact that her niece had joined their ranks.

She watched her washing up, wondering just what, exactly, it was spattered all over her. It smelled almost liked blood. "I received medical training at New York University," Mina rattled off indifferently. "I don't know if that means anything to you, but it's impressive where I come from." She shrugged. "I specialize in hematology as well as emergency care. Mostly meatball surgery. I can set bones and remove bullets. Served as a field medic during the American Civil War."

Mina bridged her fingers. It was a nervous tick she always fell back on when she wanted to feel like she had some kind of control or authority. Her rings sparkled in the light. "Forgive me for being blunt, but I feel a bit out of place here and just need to ask; are you the Prince?"