Immediately, Mina recognized that voice from a conversation over the network. She looked over at the stranger and was a little...underwhelmed. Then again, what could she possibly have been expecting? Black bats and a cape? "Vlad, I presume?" she asked, taking off her jacket. The deep brand, dull brown against her pale white skin, winked up at her, reminding her, among other things, that even if this guy was just some nutter, he was still probably older than she.

And yet, she felt very little in the way of predator's taint.

Odd.

She gave him a grim nod, walking over to take the bag. "Any idea what's causing this hullabaloo?" she asked him