Still half-reeling with confusion (at least with Fae matters, and thus Nuala, Anna knew that she had no idea what she was doing, but Kindred society she at least thought she understood), Anna doesn't even bother to snort at the notion of "staying alive."

"They...bottle blood here? Then...how can there be a Masquerade?"

She accepts the slip of paper, but doesn't look at it yet, instead resting her forehead in her hands in a gesture of defeat.