Mina caught it, stuffing it back in her shopping bag. "I'll never understand, for the life of me, why anyone would ever want to dress like a girl." She shrugged. It was an argument she had quite frequently, usually with pretty little Daeva girls who enjoyed their frocks and their feathers more than the substance of their characters.

She continued walking, admiring the scene. There was just something about a port. Even a port that apparently went nowhere, based on their reports about the man-eating fog around the place. Personally, Mina chose to believe it was just a bunch of angry Gangrels using that protean power of theirs. It was absolute nonsense, of course, but she enjoyed lying to herself on occasion.

"You must tell me more about your life's adventures," she said to Apollo. "I've always been fascinated by the Greeks, but I must admit, I have little education. And it's a rare opportunity to hear a firsthand account."