Alodia had followed the so-called orderly out of her room. There was more to the orderly than met the eye, but so long as the blood kept flowing, Alodia saw no need to poke holes in the coverup. It wasn’t as if the orderly was her type. No, not her type at all. “Not worth it at all. No father, not worth it.” she murmured beneath her breath. She had a purpose here. Something to do with Fish... Slap the prince? “No. Not good idea. That brings us pain. Don’t want pain.” Even down here, far below the regular asylum, she could hear the delightful screams and howls of the residents. It was lovely. Enlightening. Made her think of home.

“Want to go home.” she murmured. “No. Not yet.” She answered herself. “We have a job to do. Everyone has a purpose.” Suddenly she looked straight up at the taller orderly leading the way, her eyes almost seeming to bore holes in the woman. “Even you.” These last words were chilly and ominous. Very different from the ones before.

Eventually they came to the vast room. There were others there. A few other kindred. Some she might have seen before. Some she had seen later. And some she might get to have known. And a little wolf near one of the walls. She liked wolves. Wolves hardly ever did anything wrong. Not like Moose. “Or was it the other way around?” she muttered again. It was so hard to keep track of things. Not even concentrating helped her get it all straight. Not that it mattered. Her task was good. Father approved.

Eventually a stranger entered. She recalled having heard him approach, but seen no reason to react to it. He had not been there, so he was irrelevant. Now he was here, and he was relevant. She tuned in to his words. He said something about [i]“prince”[/i] and [i]“Camarilla”[/i]. Government, father had said it was. He had sent her here to become part of the local government. It had not mattered that it had been two years ago. What is time to their kind? It had offered many delightful hours to study, to learn. “To feed…” she whispered. 

When this ‘prince’ asked everyone to present themselves, Alodia decided to get it over with. “Welcome Alodia. We are Fish.” No, wait, she thought. That wasn’t right. “Welcome Alodia. Prince are Fish.” Again it felt wrong. Especially from his confused expression. “Welcome, prince. Alodia we are. Fish are Malkavian. We are purpose.” That sounded more or less right, she decided. Having said what needed saying, she drifted away, doing her best to fade from further notice, even as she continued eying the nice doggie by the wall.