"That's a shame," Mira sympathized. "But I'm glad the gravestones are where they should be," she added with a small smile. "I should return to England sometime soon and check on my family." At the thought, her hand rested at the pocket her smart phone sat in. It was how she kept track of her living descendants, though most of them thrived in America. The microwave dinged and she turned to fetch the blood bag.

"Well I'm glad that you're home," she said, swishing the blood about in the bag for a moment before handing it to Otto. Mugs weren't uncommon for the Kingston manor, but Mira tended to save that courtesy for guests (and herself). "I just wish it was a better time, what with this Blackmoore business going on..."