[color=598527]Margarita entered the Tzimisce's vehicle with apprehension, hoping previously that the flesh-bender would be driving something a little more high-end. Her face drew grim as she slunk into the passenger's seat, and even more so at the roar of the engine. She gripped the lining of the interior with clutching fingers as the driver zoomed through traffic and light alike. [b][color=aba000]"Little regard for personal safety? Or for others?"[/color][/b] She chided, mumbling to her chauffeur with a rumbling annoyance. Her sunken eyes were wide with attention, flicking between the speeding cars flying past her window. The Nosferatu wondered seriously if she had been better off taking her chances in the vehicle some other Kindred[b][s]--[/s][/b]even that pasty-faced [color=ed1c24][i][b]pretty[/b][/i][/color] boy. No. Nothing would make her spend any more precious seconds of undeath in the presence of that neonate than the necessities of Coterie duty.[/color]