[color=598527]Margarita's hollow eyes never left Alexander's, and her face drew grim at his craven remarks. [b][color=aba000]"You shall find that secrecy within a coterie either finds the secret, or secretive revealed."[/color] [/b]She drawled commandingly, now moving her attention to the next speaker. A young childe, no older than her late teens. She took a few moments of melancholic remembrance for herself at such a tender age, but tossed such useless memories aside to better focus on the pressing matters at hand. The young girl didn't seem all too happy to attend the meeting, and her curt spitting of self-description did little to assist Margarita's first impression of her. Were all these Kindred so apt at alienating allies? She knew there was more to this girl than her simple advertisement of 'kicking butt'. Ignoring it for now, the Nosferatu nodded at the girl and followed next with a final [b][color=aba000]"Fabulous."[/color][/b] Her attention was then trounced by the Tzimisce. Her jarring appearance, as well as unsettling immediate mention of 'foolish rivalries' brought a curious bit of information to the Nosferatu. She stored it as she did everything else she interpreted, and studied her words as they drifted into her ears. The woman's name was remembered with the same scarring relevancy as it's literal meaning, and Margarita shifted her weight in a moment of mental anguish. Finally, there was one: the Malk. She was ready for anything to come out of this queer Kindred, and prepared herself for riddles and tongue-twisters. Having politely ignored her previous musings of veiled nonsense and ignorance, Margarita used calculated logic to attempt and deduce useful information from the Malkavian's insanity. Shortly after her concentration ended,[/color] "Words spoken, and the ones not so much," [color=598527]wormed it's way into her brain. Following a brief pause in conversation, the Nosferatu boomed her voice so that none missed a word of her lecture. [b][color=aba000]"As I said before, secrecy in this coterie will not be tolerated. As the current situation prescribes the utmost danger for any of Kindred kind, I would recommend we all establish a proper domain for ourselves. Even further, a herd would be necessary for efficient feeding to propagate a more objective-focused environment for us. We're working as one now, despite how little any one of us might like it. Until the source of these grisly happenings is found, that's not changing. I hope you're all familiar with the phrase, 'clear as a crystal', for I'll accept none less."[/color][/b] Her judgmental gaze glowered at the group, waiting for one of the Kindred to misspeak and offer a rude remark, or snide comment about any facet of the operation. She was sure the Prince would back her up.[/color]