Quinlan had discovered something quickly once he'd arrived in this strange new world and had been ushered off to his new living arrangements as though he'd been expected: in recent years, he'd taken the benefit of human allies for granted. He'd also taken for granted his father's ever-present sensation at the edges of his mind, for in his 2000 years of life, he'd never felt this alone.

Believing exploration to be the better part of maintaining his sanity in a place so completely alien, he raised his hood to hide his more inhuman features and headed out. He'd been told about the establishment that catered to the vampiric and it had piqued his curiosity. Human blood was far more nutritious than animal and he needed to keep his strength up. There was no telling what he may encounter in this place. He made no effort to hide the large sword sheathed and strapped to his back, but he walked more slowly than usual as he traveled, making certain to take in any details that seemed important.

The woman who crossed his path caught his attention first and foremost because she was humming, then because she seemed to be observing just as he was, and third, that she was armed. More wise than she appeared, apparently. Still, he wasn't given to hiding, and making allies with the other new arrivals was prudent, so he stepped into her path, his long black trenchcoat swished around his calves as he leveled his ice-white gaze in her direction.

"Excuse me," his voice was accented, something like British, and even with a cultured tone. "Have you arrived recently as well?"