“Béatrix de Le Croix” she returned the introduction and placed her hand in his, her French accent taking over when speaking her birth name. A vampire handshake was always cold and hard, like two pieces of moving marble meeting each other. Béatrix released his hand and studied him with bright eyes “But if French really isn’t your thing, I go by Trixy as well, it kind of fits my personality.” Trixy said with a sly smile and smoothed down her leather jacket as she stood up at a good four inches shorter than him. 

“I signed up for this in hopes of making some new friends to work with… I don’t think I’m doing that well so far.” She said and a soft chuckle escaped her lips “Oh well, perhaps that’s for the best.” Her stomach begged her to seek out the blood in the laboratory that the Englishman had mentioned. “As I said, I’m feeling famished… care to explore with me?” she asked and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.