Alodia chuckled softly when the other Malkavian claimed to be sane. She knew better. Much, much better. But she did not say anything about it. Why bother? If he wanted to trick himself, then let him. He would only fall further when he did. She could hear all his little secrets. “Doggie here, doggie not here.” She murmured, just loud enough for others to hear when the werewolf left. She did not bother giving the Assamites any attention. They weren't fish. It was obvious the prince had plans, but there were so many more interesting things flowing through the network. Rumors. Fish. Even a little cheese. Alodia longed to find a real meal. A meal without plastic packaging. “Alive and wriggling. Like a fish.”

It would be interesting to see how successful this new prince was. The network was certainly interested in learning. As was Father. “odd.” She whispered again. Father rarely took interest in anything other than science. Him and his coils. “Good reading lamps, coils are.” 'Ugh. Reading', she thought. She hated it. Loved it. “In the name of Fish, the city shall be cleansed.” She said, more loudly. Not sure why. It seemed like a good idea. Perhaps it came from the network? Sometimes it was hard to tell. 'Did I decide that?' She asked herself, not really expecting an answer.

“Walrus.” she muttered when one of the other kindred looked oddly at her, shrugging innocently. As if that would explain it all. Something which, in her mind, it did. Then she suddenly looked straight at the prince, strangely focused again. “We fish you, Prince. Like will be done. Others will mammoth, willing or wolf.” It felt like something was off about her words, but it was hard to say what. The moose of it had gotten through, she thought. “Interesting creatures, moose. Not as [b]vita[/b]l as Fish, though.”