"Not the sort of apocalypse I would have expected," Mina said, taking out a handkerchief and neatly sopping up the mess of her drink. "Pardon my mess," she added politely.

This was quite a lot to take in. So, for that matter, was his cavalier attitude. It was all too familiar. Not surprising, she supposed, for someone of his age. He out-dated Kindred society itself. That is, assuming that he wasn't a complete nutter.

It was possible.

"How did you survive?" she asked.