We’re a possibly concussed speaker, an asshole with an inconvenient family name and an overdressed fuck who can’t vampire his way out of a coffin. We’re not going to be able to do this cleanly. There’s going to be survivors and fallout, and nothing I assume or don’t assume will change that.

[ irritation is starting to slip into his voice. He swallows it back. ]

A soldier. She says there’s a soldier here that we need to find and rescue. It sounds like shit to me. More than the engine. If there’s anyone else here, they’re probably already dead. Dracula’s not feeding, which means he has no use for prisoners.