"Wallachia, yeah. Demons aren't just wandering about, but there's plenty of other things bumming around in the dark. And vampires-," She actually took out what looked like a flamethrower, one handed, and a fuel tank in the other, and started to sort them into her bag. "-go up like campfire marshmallows. Like most things. And yeah, I might need a box, or a body bag, depending on when we're boarding."

She was not joking.

More guns. An assault rifle, a shot gun, found their place in the bag. Then she took out cases of ammunition, of varying sorts, and smaller pouches, that look meant to strap on the body. She began filling them as much as she could. It gave her time to think, before she answered his question. She needed it. She didn't often talk about herself, and it had been a while since someone bothered, in a sincere way.

"Everywhere is probably too evasive, for an answer, yeah? I'm English, but I've traveled the world. Was in the middle of it, when I found myself tangled up in that Dracula mess, the first time.

Not a place I was really supposed to be, considering it was off limits to my...breed of vampire, I guess we'll call it. Not that anyone noticed. We just have laws about territories, and Wallachia was forbidden to travel into, since it belonged to a powerful, independent, vampire who didn't negotiate with the Camarilla. Who knew it would be the real Dracula of legend?"