Vanessa was reaching the end of her patience, as it turned out. Responsible though she would have felt if the vampires had killed the girl, she could still feel the verbis diablo clinging to her like a film of something oily and wrong. The dismissive, sullen teenager attitude was fraying her already shot nerves, and she had just lost what might have been a chance of helping Mina.

"Where do you live?" she asked, somewhat still keeping a hold on herself.