The little neighborhood Evelyn was was leisurely walking through had been pointed out to her as holding some potential for Nightkin activity, but she felt like she was more likely to encounter a Daywalker than an errant Valtieri. Her thoughts were focused on spinning somewhat believable excuses as to why she, a Nightkin, was deep in territory claimed by her apparent enemies. ‘Lost’ didn’t seem to cut it, even though it was the only thing she could think of at the moment.<br/><br/>It wasn’t likely she’d need to use that excuse anyways- the possibility of encountering another vampire on a walk through a quiet suburb seemed impossibly low, even if she did have a latent ability to detect other vampires via smell. She was possibly the most unqualified person for this job, but her lack of experience did lend a certain genuineness to her search for a clan to take her in. Approaching a street corner, Evelyn stopped to look at the night sky.<br/><br/>Ulterior motives be damned, she was tired of barely knowing how to conduct herself, and having something akin to a family again would be...nice. An experimental sniff and a moment of questionable guesswork later, Evelyn picked a direction, and continued down the street in search of what would hopefully turn out to be the Valtieris.<br/>--<br/>“North America?” Kavindi scrunched up her nose at the prospect.  Her grasp on the English language was...questionable, if not rusty. Venturing outside of Gifted territory was somewhat daunting for the aforementioned reason, but it also held the promise of some kind of inter-clan conflict. Which almost certainly meant fighting.<br/><br/>Hopefully.<br/><br/>“When you say ‘pack’, do you mean ‘pack for a week of fun in the sun’’ or ‘just shove some clothes in a bag and pray for the best’?”<br/><br/>Kavindi already had a mental list of what to throw in her suitcase, but much like her concept of clothes-packing binaries, her verbal filter left much to be desired.