<strong>Sabien Theunissen</strong><br/><br/>The vampire winces ever so slightly at the force of Theresa's sudden grip as her injured leg brushed against her own, but remains relatively silent.  She looks to the officer and quirks a brow, "sold them on...?  Ah..." she considers a moment before, considering, "no...when one has enough endorsements in their fields of research and enough sheets of paper testifying to their intellectual prowess, officials are willing to...be less concerned by a certain degree of eccentricity.  As it stands, I have a number of degrees and published papers, particularly regarding the fields of cults and am one of the foremost in the field of 'inexplicable and metaphysical explanations'.  If I happen to come to work before dawn and leave after sunset every day, then obviously I am simply a diligent employee.  If my assistant stands in for me at most meetings, then obviously my work is too important to be distracted by suit wearing cretins.  And if I have periodic evenings that I do not even leave the laboratory, why then, it is in their best interests to make certain I have somewhere comfortable to rest."<br/><br/>She smiles again, rummaging about the lab for various materials for bandages, splints and pain killers.  "Were you aware that one particular civilian engineer was so qualified that when asked for his conditions of employment, one of his stipulations was a work place that was built of children's building blocks.  They considered it a worthwhile investment in luring his talents to their agency, and thus had a desk commissioned of brightly colored toys.  This is much the same way, save more comfortable and understandable."  With that she takes Theresa into the bedroom and directs Tiphanie to lay out an additional white sheet to protect the bed before setting her down.  That done, she sets about properly dressing and cleaning the wound and aligning things more properly, setting the pain killers and a glass of water on the nightstand by Theresa.<br/><br/>Dusting off her hands she looks to the officer with a slightly quirked eyebrow.  "Is there something the matter, officer?  You seem...anxious.  One might even say tense.  Is there anything I could do to help?  I'm sure I could blend any number of concoctions to help with nerves, if there is something that you need.  I believe that the officers on watch even keep an amount of bourbon on hand for those nights that they have...issues arise they do not wish to think about too deeply.  And no, those do not involve my lab.  Believe me, lady officer, there are far worse things in the world than my kind, and many of them are perpetrated by mortals and sometimes even condoned by your own government."