Mina laughed at that. Who cared about Doctor Brown? For the rest of her life, however long that lasted, Mina would be forced to care about him. And that gnawed at her, worse than hunger pains. She twisted her ring a bit tighter. If she were mortal, she would have had some breathing problems at this point. The silver of her chain cut into her skin and she realized her grip was so tight that her hand was shaking. Slowly, she uncurled her fingers, letting go.

Physically, anyway. Mina wasn't good at letting go in the metaphorical sense. Which was why she was here now.

"You can drop the 'Primogen' nonsense," she said lightly. "Or haven't you heard? I'm retired. Obsolete." And suddenly, she desperately wanted one of her rum and artificial blood cocktails. "But we've gone off track. What is it that you wanted to talk about, dear?"