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Abel confirms Sergine's assumptions, for all its history, for all that it could claim to be in the end the Toreador's mixture was blood, and for their part this seemed to settle something in the Brujah's mind. A simple shake of their head is offered as Sergine met Abel's gaze.

"Perhaps, my vices however, do not include alcohol." These words were rather final, said as if the Toreador was more likely to get the Brujah to greet the sun with open arms rather than drink booze, even if that booze was tolerable to their kind.

Instead, she shifts his attention towards the inquiry about a place to hold the bout the two gangrel were clearly angling to set up, a situation that Sergine themselves had little interest in quashing. She tilts her head a tiny bit, as if considering the possibility before shaking their head.

"To busy, to small. I know a yard down by the harbour that would be perfect."

---

Serge had settle in amongst the gathering crowd, allowing those around them to set the tone and the topic of the discussion to be had. Perhaps it was bad form not to be a more active participant in the ongoings she had inserted himself into, but no one in particular seemed to care, so they had remained, considering the statements made.

Those bored eyes spent most of their time drifting between Abel, Faith, and the Baron, perhaps most interested in what they were speaking of, or at worst simply finding them to be the more interesting faces to consider. Their arms had slowly folded crosswise infront of them.

When Dio decided to take their moment to depart, bored eyes continued to track the Baron as they made their way elsewhere, before snapping back to settle onto Abel, a look of certainty settling into their features as if they were about to broach a subject.

But then someone else steps into the ring, this individual all to familiar to the Brujah, not that her features dared give away an inclining of it. She'd offer Clara an upnod, the same one she had given everyone else who had stepped into the ring to converse, letting her find her own way for the moment as Sergine's gaze tracked back to Abel.

"Tell me more about your...beverage." The inquiry comes with a inquisitive tone, the scarred features tilting as those bored eyes tracked to all of those who currently were enjoying the brew.

"Im sure everyone here would be interested to know how its produced...in the broadest of strokes of course."

---

For being solitary creatures, vampires did enjoy to wag their tongues. Elysium was the place to do that, to air grievances, to discuss the goings on of the night and to spread the ever present gossip.

Sergine tread these waters well, having participated in them long enough to have survived and done great and terrible things. For now though, the Brujah is content it seems to become apart of the gaggle that grew. The extended hand is considered for only a moment before Sergine's own scarred hand clasped the Toreador's. Their grip is firm, strong, but they do not attempt to make some show of whos stronger, those were human games, and ultimately more of a faux pas then an advantage.

"Clan Brujah." There is a slight raising of the edges of Sergine's lips as he releases the man's hand, their eyes dropping briefly to the offered drink before shaking her head. "I'll pass, gave up that preference long ago."

They had been preparing to address Geoffrey's statement their gaze tracking back towards the gangrel, but then Dio slid into the conversation and Sergine's gaze locks onto the anarch's. Their gaze meets for several long seconds, both of them appraising, both of them considering the others strengths and far more importantly, their weaknesses. In the end an upnod is offered in return, game knew game.

Finally, Sergine's mind turned once more to Geoffrey's comment. "I have yet to hear of any particular strategy in regards to St. Petersburg, regardless it will need to be addressed, one way or another. Sooner would be my preference but...that.." Her lips twitch, separating to show the barest hint of teeth. "Is not my decision."

Slowly his gaze would track back to Dio, landing there with intent. "What's the situation in Clearwater?" Abrupt, intent, inquisitive.

---

Sergine was feeling pretty good the last few nights, success always brought the Brujah's better angels to the fore, making her more sociable and outgoing...at least so far as one might consider the scarred vampire outgoing. So they had decided that tonight, they would partake of the Elysium and what it had to offer, given the last time they had been present they had spent a total of five minutes within its confines, their agenda....significantly different then it was now.

Tonight they are in their usual uniform, at least when dealing with high society. They worse a decent suit in charcoal black, the vest, the shirt, and the tie were also black in varying shades creating a severe look that also showed a certain level of awareness of appearances, even when much of his face was covered in scar tissue.

They had been relaxing on the second floor, staring out at the art installation that hung suspended from the ceiling. They had stood there, their bored looking eyes watching the multi coloured disks shift in the climate control created currents. Eventually though, they had moved away from this installation, moving quietly through the space as they surveyed those around them.

Eventually, they had come to the Etruscan exhibit, and while they might have simply wandered past they did spy a vampire they knew. He considered her options for a few seconds, before shifting their trajectory towards the two men who were talking.

---

Lena enters the Minute Mart with considerably less concern than Reggie when they follow her in. She is aware of course, aware better than perhaps the erstwhile mirrorshades might understand. Where Reggie had lived with this for only a handful of days, Lena had been looking over her shoulder for years. She had gone to great lengths to disappear from the Technocractic hive mind, and now she was closer than ever to being dragged back to it.

But acting strange was the quickest way to get on their radar and Lena simply goes about the motions. She grabs the jerky, she grabs some questionable looking string cheese and even more daring, a sandwich that swears its still got a week till its expiration date. She grabs a couple of coffee drinks along side a gigantic bottle of water.

Her hands are filled to bursting when she approaches the register and dumps her payload onto the plastic counter top. The attendant looks up at her sleepily and inquires. "Lemme guess? Road trip?"

Lena offers the man a knowing smile and tapped the side of her nose. "You got it in one, and we got miles to go."

She'd turn then, looking to see what Reggie had found for their own preferences and would flag them down. "Add it to the pile huh?"

---

"Perhaps when we are done with this, and you are closer to your truth we can do just that." Lena offers in regards to her interest in hearing more about how Lena exists.

When Reggie pulls her hand away, leaving Lena's scalp the woman tilts her head, watery blue eyes regarding the other as they rise up and off of the hood of the charger. Lena for her part, seems to be comfortable for the moment, the heat of the hood still providing her more of that heat she seemed to lack, but she knew as well as Reggie that time was limited, and so she pushed herself up and took the mirrorshades hand.

She dropped onto the ground casually enough and an apologetic look crosses her features as she searched the other womans face. "I imagine, given the situation the idea of moving in any other speed would be difficult at best." She actually initiates contact now, her hand rising up to half cup the agent's jaw as she offered her a smile.

"If thats who you are...than be exactly that." She said as she hopped up and kissed the other woman's cheek. "I think youre just fine."

At that she'd step out from Reggies shadow, moving around to the other side of the vehicle. "Snacks would be grand. I figure we should reach Vegas with full stomachs, rather than on fumes wouldnt you?"

---

Lena considers the questions and statements, not pulling away from the woman's touch as she continued to lay there looking up at the stars, watery eyes lost in contemplation for a few long moments before she shook her head.

"Partitioned isnt quite right...that would imply some manner of separation, as I said its more like, running at the same time, in full congress with one another." She shrugged. "It's, difficult to explain effectively, to anyone but myself it would be nearly impossible to tell. I like to think of it as operating from two different perspectives at the same time."

She looked at Reggie then with an apologetic smile. "Im not particularly skilled at explaining it, as its not something that I tend to talk about, of course I suppose that would be because I avoid discussing it with many of the traditionalists, they may not be quite so understanding after all."

She let that particular topic fall, and she regards that apprehensive look quietly as she seemed to be trying to decide how to respond.

"No, I'm not. I suppose my concern would be that once you have integrated your lost personality and memories, that your priorities, your desires may change significantly." She said as she finally turned her head to regard the raven haired woman.

"Does that make sense?"

---

Reggie mounts the car's hood and lays back, letting the stars of the Nevada sky act as a blanket against all that had transpired so far. Lena watches them as they lay there, their feet kicking against the tire and offering a dull beat to fill the air. Lena walked, circling the hood of the car as she listened to erstwhile mirrorshade speak.

Their response about if they were ready or not for what was to come was..honest. This pleased Lena in a way, happy that Reggie wasn't just trying to set up a front to deflect, even as they immediately segued into a different topic. The runaway turning the focus to Lena, who shrugged.

"I'm dealing I suppose, I always knew I might be found out someday, part of the deal when you abandon the technocracy right?" She shook her head a little as she came to stand beside the dark haired agent's legs, resting her backside on the scrapped paint of the chargers hood.

"I'm kind of just keeping myself in the now as much as possible...anything else and things become a little too much right now." She'd turn back, so that she could look up the length of the lanky creature beside her.

"You know...if you'd like, I could try to guide the reintegration process. I have experienced it myself, obviously. So I am fairly certain I could aid you, make it go in...well, whatever way you want it too really." Of course, that would mean that Reggie would have to have thought of exactly what they wanted, and Lena wasn't sure if they had.

She'd turn then, looking back up to the stars as her blonde hair fell down her back. "I don't suppose we'll have time to take in the sights at the dam will we?" Mirth rising in her voice, obvious and clear despite her gaze facing away. "Would be a shame to miss it."