[She rouses, a little, at the sound of her name; there's magic in the air, she can sense it, and slowly she manages to lift her head to look in the direction of the voice. She's been conserving what energy she can, in the moments she's not been trying to saw away at the grooves in the floor, so her movements are sluggish and slow, but soon she's managed to look up in his direction.
It's the blond hair that catches her attention, makes her eyes widen slightly. It's Alucard — he found her, and Trevor isn't near but that doesn't much register yet, not right now.
Yet she, too, is aware of the necromancer's capabilities, and the potential for tricks. So when she speaks, it's in rudimentary Romanian — the best language she knows Alucard knows that an average person in New Orleans probably wouldn't.]
How did we meet?
[The words are slurred, exhausted. But surely it's a question that only Alucard would know the answer to, only her Alucard because he was the only one who was there.]
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It's the blond hair that catches her attention, makes her eyes widen slightly. It's Alucard — he found her, and Trevor isn't near but that doesn't much register yet, not right now.
Yet she, too, is aware of the necromancer's capabilities, and the potential for tricks. So when she speaks, it's in rudimentary Romanian — the best language she knows Alucard knows that an average person in New Orleans probably wouldn't.]
How did we meet?
[The words are slurred, exhausted. But surely it's a question that only Alucard would know the answer to, only her Alucard because he was the only one who was there.]