Mina ran another hand through her hair, tucking her hat under her arm. Well, fuck it. If there was no Masquerade, why bother? (God, Anne would kill her for this!) "I don't drink," she said, shaking her head. "Believe me, unless you want something regurgitated on your shoes, there's no need to bother with the formalities." She had, on occasion, been able to ingest one of Doyle's blood-laced alcoholic concoctions, but she was not in the mood for it right now.

"I am still interested in employment, however," she continued, turning around to examine the room more carefully. "Back home, I was under the employ of the Valkyrien Amazons, an order dedicated to maintaining what we lovingly refer to as the Masquerade. An...attempt...to separate the spheres of the mortal and the immortal." She paused. "That was, of course, in addition to my medical career."