[They need a fan in here. Some way to generate wind. Or for Sypha to be home to freeze the steam, force it to stay cold, and find some place to dump it. But that isn't happening, there's only poison in the air, silver, and now the vampire spitting up additional blood because of course he is. Of course that's all going to be dislodged, and that too goes into the mug until Trevor takes it away.]
Mm.
[It's as good as a nod, but the vampire is still shaking something awful. It's in his hands mostly, all from the pain of it rather than an actual fear of what's just come to pass. He doesn't think I was just nearly assassinated. There's no bandwidth left in him to even have that thought.]
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Mm.
[It's as good as a nod, but the vampire is still shaking something awful. It's in his hands mostly, all from the pain of it rather than an actual fear of what's just come to pass. He doesn't think I was just nearly assassinated. There's no bandwidth left in him to even have that thought.]