<strong>Carol Neathawk</strong><br/><br/>Carol said nothing as Sabien carried Theresa through the labyrinth.  She saw a lot, and committed it to memory.<em>Sabien kjnows the underground better than the homeless d,.</em>she mused,<em>best way to move when on the hunt, eh?</em>She wondered how long she could keep going before she had to fully, emotionally confront the implications of those fangs she had seen.  Later , later.<br/><br/>The detective was unsurprised to find the vampire had an official position - she had been thinking hard about various ramifications of, well, vampire existance the whole trip.  "You sold them on the idea of living arrangements near your lab, hell, in your lab as a sign of your dedication to your work, right?"<br/><br/>Heer voice had a strained quality.  She was a cop, a good one.,  She knew that the senses could be fooled, but they hadn't been, not in that wrehouse.  she had<strong>seen</strong>those teeth more than double in length.  But... if vampires were real, what else might be?  That was part of the maelstrom tearing through her head.<em>Forget about that., deal with it later.  Right now, just deal with the fact that you're in a basement with a killer.<br/></em><br/><br/>"What now?  I have first aid training, but it may be best if I just stay out of your way while you treat Theresa"  All said with a calm she didn't feel.<br/>