Nessa was pissed! She skirted over the rooftops, heading for the waterfront, jumping and climbing over her urban playground. Grateful for the Parkour she'd learned from those sympathetic to her cause she jumped off a roof onto a fire-escape  where she clung to the iron, not feeling it's cold. Hanging there she looked around. 

What was it with strange things this night? First a child had been abducted, on her watch! How the hell had she let that happen? What was wrong with her? Then this funny man had shown up to tell her to come to the prince. It had really taken her a while to realize what the prince actually was. Sure, her sire had told her about the laws and domain, but why should she care? And he'd left her to cope on her own. Now, all of a sudden, she was summoned? And then that pesky man had had the nerve to just blurt all that crap out in public, without looking for any listeners. 
She jumped from the fire-escape, rolling herself off on the ground, using her momentum to get back on her feet. Nessa straightened her Beanie, pulling the grey fabric deeper into her forehead. She loved the thing! It covered her ears and let her dreadlocks fall over her shoulders just the way she loved. Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hot-pants she went through the alley to the street. Following it for a while would bring her to the waterfront. Why was she obeying this thug again? Oh, right, she had no clue how to find the girl because that damn man had interrupted her. 

The young Brujah arrived as almost all the others had gathered. She stepped next to a child, wondering of it's presence. Had this small boy really been turned at this tender age? Who would cure a child in this manner? Who would condemn anybody to eternal life in the body of a boy? She knew that the soul aged, the body didn't. With a look of concern on her face she looked around and listened to her kindred. It was very concerning, that there was someone out there threatening the masquerade. Interested she looked an Alexander, frowning at the change of words between him and the Nosferatu. Nessa sighed deeply and interjected after the hideous creature had spoken: “I can kick butt.” She didn't want to advertise herself. She would do what was asked of her, but nothing more, out of no own motivation. She just wanted to find that girl. A grim expression lay on her face as she looked at the creature seeming to be their leader for the next time. There was no distaste in her face, just concern and grimness borne from experience and dread.