<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://ddb.ac/characters/13428552/TAFm5K)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - first floor - guest room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Aloisa, Dr Blanche<br/><br/>Though Danae had once pressed for answers, she could not help but feel that time was growing short. "We would leave, yes," she said to Dr Blanche, "and I am bound to gather all the survivors of the<em>Charlotte</em>to us.  Have you heard of this ship?  We were caught in a squall, I think, on a pleasure cruise far from civilized shores.  Now we find ourselves here, with naught but questions, and very few answers. My companion and I are women of action.  Both our time and patience are in short supply."<br/><br/>She made no move to draw a weapon, or to assume a threatening mien.  To affect any air of physical menace would be useless, now that they were hopelessly outnumbered by the orderlies and the nameless, blasphemous thing that had crawled out from the plumbing.  "Tell us, then, what you mean by impostors.  I shan't lose any further survivors.  All the women of the<em>Charlotte</em>deserve to be returned to other shores, far from this madding place.  If you would aid us, speak and, if not, do not hinder us."  Her words felt urgent now, especially with the creeping sensation that the bedlam would not tolerate their presence much longer.  "Begin with this, are there more of our number, here?  How many can we still bring to safety?"