Mirabelle was relieved to hear Praetor enter-- And then she saw the shape he was in and that he was alone. "Oh my God, Praetor, what--" she started, but he muttered a few words and dropped to the ground. She gasped and hesitated for just a moment as her mind searched for a solution. Blood. He might just need blood. Start with that, and go from there. Then she reopened the freezer to fetch some blood and quickly moved to kneel at her bodyguard's side. "Praetor, this is no way to greet a woman," she hissed, bringing the bag to his lips, hoping he would respond by drinking.