Adrian listened to the Vampiress Victoria speak, and as she spoke, he finished up with his rifle, letting it rest in his lap while she finished speaking her bit, and he shrugged a bit. [b]"I'm not really prepared to discuss my past with vampire kind, they ended my service in the Commonwealth Army, that should suffice for the moment. I can't speak on not knowing your past, but it sounds like a terrible burden, to put it mildly."[/b] Not knowing where one came from was practically as bad, if not worse, than not knowing where one was going. They went hand in hand, so it was simple enough to see how not knowing one could make the other difficult. [b]"I imagine you have at least attempted to figure out your past at some point or another?"[/b]

Adrian listened to her response to his rifle, how it was fascinating and impressive, and Adrian nodded, although he did not necessarily wish such weapons needed to exist. But they did, so here he carried one of the finer examples of such tools. [b]"Aye, its only one part of a new generation of weapons brought on by this revolution of Steam. I do not know how effective it shall be against your King, the rounds are based on the blood of the vampire itself, and it might require a more potent sample to ruin a more potent being, such as the King."[/b] Her talk of the doctor and his night hours was a quiet relief, if a small one at the moment, and he nodded while drawing his revolver, breaking it open to make sure everything worked properly with it as well. [b]"That is good to hear, I can feel my leg just isn't right, even if I couldn't tell otherwise. Apologies about your dress, by the way, didn't intend to see it ruined."[/b] He gave her a chance to respond in kind, keeping the tidbit about the factories in mind, clearly thinking about such things now, debating how it was probably going to be some place he paid a visit to, in time, when he was recovered more thoroughly.