<div class="floatright">(http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</div><br/>Rebecca nodded her appreciation for JC's clarification, her thoughts already racing with the possibilities of what was to come.  Although time was certainly of the essence in this matter, rushing forwards without any significant plan would only lead to failure, or worse, destruction.  However, the moment Ink joined the assembled, Rebecca gave a soft smile and produced a business card with her name and phone number to give to her.  "Rebecca Stephenson, childe of Maximillion DeWinters, of Clan Ventrue.  A pity we couldn't meet under more pleasant circumstances."  Her eyes flickered between James and Ink.  "We're going to need people severely disciplined in Auspex, as well as bodyguards, those with a strong talent for brute force."<br/><br/>She glanced back towards the main entrance, gesturing to where there were a few trails of blood.  "From my understanding, Kindred only continue to bleed when they choose to.  I expect that the protege is giving us a trail by allowing her vitae to continue to leak, although admittedly that's more hope than certainty at this point."