Watching people is something Quinlan has done for nearly two thousand years. In that time, he'd believed he'd seen every type of person imaginable. There was the vulgus, content to gawk and stare, hoping for some sort of scene to watch. There were others, mindless of their situation, wandering through life, and then there were the few, like himself and this other who'd disembarked with him, who seemed...disconnected, out of touch. His dark hood did much to obscure his less than human appearance, save for his ice-white eyes as they watched this other newcomer with curiosity.

There was a smoothness to her gait that suggested something more than mere humanity, and either she was a gifted actress or she felt little discomfort at their sudden dislocation. She was looking around, though, and Quinlan didn't look away when she looked in his direction, meeting her eyes as though to say he understood her confusion. After 2000 years, it was difficult to surprise the dhampir, but this new place with its flying boats had accomplished it.

There was something else, too, but he wasn't certain if it gave him comfort or uncertainty.