"Och, aye we have, be back in a wee mo" With a smile, Sara dissapears upstairs, returning a few minutes later with a small piece of equipment, about the size of your average computer case. It has five 2" by 1/16" slivers of paper, marked with a red spot, and a slot where said strips are, apparently, supposed to go. It has a screen on the front, a red LED display that'll display the blood type- and whether it's rH- or rH+. "Tha' should work nae probs. There's a pin on the side, though if I were ye I'd sterilise it first."<br/><br/>Baz grins at Halvorson as he hands over the cigar. "We're a wee bit of madness in a world tha's too sane" he explains. "We're-" "A family." Jania interrupts. "Just one wi'oot any parents. We're brothers an' sisters. Every one of us has done some kindae crime against our clan. Every one of us is considered dead. It's very..." She pauses, and Baz continues. "Liberatin'. We don't 'ave any responsibilities 'cept tae ourselves. We guide ourselves through the Slayer Cult, an' we go by our rules"