[color=598527]Margarita watched with moderate interest as the Kindred chose their hosts and methods of travel. Not finding herself appealed to riding with the pretty boy in his metal monster machine, she took up the unnerving Tzimisce's offer. [b][color=aba000]"It would be most pleasant,"[/color][/b] She remarked aside to [b][color=9e0b0f]Dawn[/color][/b], her smile cracking the dry skin of her face. After her choosing of locomotive vehicle, the Nos waited patiently for the rest of the crew to make their decisions about travelling.

It made perfect sense to her that [b][color=ed1c24]Alex[/color][/b] chose[/color] [b]Nessa[/b] [color=598527]to ride with--or was it the other way around? No matter, she decided. The flirtations of a young stud were of little interest to her as the Tzimisce's veiled niceties. She wrapped her shawl closely around her. Not from the cold, but an uneasiness swept over her. [i]The Tzimisce? So quickly?[/i] She wondered shortly, before returning herself to the present. Her mind often wandered as such, being a 'thinking girl'. The group's slow warming to each other was beginning to become a chafe of hers, despite having only known them for practically ten minutes. It didn't bode well for her future relations with the coterie, but she decided that it would be best not to spit in the face of the Prince and abolish her role in the Blood Hunt. Besides: they needed her. They needed her badly, from what she interpreted. From the child to the Tzimisce, the coterie had a plethora of issues to overcome. If the group actually solved this murder mystery, it would be of great surprise to Margarita. If the group actually solved this murder mystery, it would be of great credit to Margarita as well. She could perchance use this leverage in her favor of securing a larger haven for herself--or even a larger cash flow from her contacts. It all depended on how this gaggle of gothic ghouls and geeks stowed their apprehensions and worked.[/color]