As Praetor spoke of lunch plans, Mira took the time to finish her mug of blood and turned to wash it in the sink. There was a washing machine, though she advised against letting anything blood stained sit around. She heard a couple people enter--the first revealed to be Otto and she could hear Theodora making chit chat with him. The second caused quite a racket, prompting Mira to turn and size him up. When she saw the Blood Scribe struggle to his feet, she relaxed a bit and listened patiently as he spit out his message. She thanked him for the message as he scrambled off and sighed. 

"How excited do you think Theodora would be if I asked her to stay a few hours and wait for the Elder?" she wondered aloud, half to Praetor and half to herself as she dried the coffee cup and put it away. "I suppose Otto or Adelisa wouldn't mind, but Theo could use the responsibility." All in all, the vampire would prefer to meet with the Elder herself. Though she also felt the little birds needed to learn some things for themselves.