"Tense?"  A snorted laugh. "Of course I'm tense!"  Whatever Carol thought of Sabien's story was kept locked behind her teeth.  "So, you're saying you're something oof a vampire , um, judge in the old Imperial Chinese sense, those guys combined judge and prosecutor functions, I'm told."  Neathawk studied her surroundings with considerable interest.  She never turned her back to either the vampire, Theresa or the assistant, but it seemed to be out of habit, not a deliberate action.<br/><br/>The detective finally settled against a wall where she could watch all three of her companions.  Still tense, but not as tightly wound as when she arrived.  She noted with interest and unease how quicly Theresa was recovering, the pain lines in the girls face were easing, the color returning to her cheeks with...<em>Inhuman speed.  Admit it, at least to yourself.</em><br/><br/>"So now what?"  The detective spoke after the tending was done. "Sabien want's to examine you, I've been told to find you.  I have, but nobody knows that."  Carol slowly reached into her hip pocket with her left hanbd and brought out a steel flask.  She tumbled it in her fingers but didn't unscrew the top.  "What to you want, Theresa?  I meant it when I said I wasn't sure it was in your best interest for you to to be found.  There is something very odd about the renewed official interest in your case."