<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/dc/92/d0dc92c15b16a3c5a862b98103af0eac.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ksenia Ashlace (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356551#msg16356551)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Combat boots, black jeans and a grey tank top<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute infirmary<br/><strong>DATE/TIME:</strong>July 6, mid-morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Damage control<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah, Lydia | Open<hr/>Much to Ksenia's surprise, the brunette didn't go into shock at everything she was being told. It wasn't like the Shadowhunter had any experience in talking people down, anyway, considering her own strange induction into the world within a world that the mundanes simply weren't aware of. However, she smiled slightly in a way that made her lopsided smirk become a little more toothy in the moment while she continued on, picking up from the unanswered question prior to Alex's loud, proud and bloody entrance. A small shrug of her shoulders indicated the casual manner in which she and others like her considered the terms. "Downworlder is what we call anything that fits the supernatural bill, like werewolves or demons. Even Fae but they're kind of a whole different story for another time."<br/><br/>Ksenia pulled a face and looked around the room in contemplation to get some figures running in her head. "Here in the Vancouver Institute it's dozens at least, sometimes way more. It can be a revolving door because of the portals that keep us connected to other locations." Before she could go on, Lydia's booted steps closed the gap with soft thumps on the polished near-pristine marble floor.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you, Delilah -- and that's what we're trying to figure out," Lydia interjected smoothly. Her arms crossed over her chest just beneath her bust in a relaxed position. Despite peering down her nose at Delilah and Ksenia both as she hovered off to the side, she didn't give off a particularly matronly or rigid aura. More calming than anything else. "We suspect your Sight was blocked by warlock magic until a certain time. Exactly when, I'm not sure, but the condition was clearly met for you to see that vampire yesterday morning. If there are any significant dates that could be a clue. For now, though..." Lydia looked quickly down to the floor then back to Delilah with an incline of her head. "You can stay with us here at the Institute until we get to the bottom of this. There are plenty of rooms." Her blonde ponytail swayed when she moved her attention over to Ksenia who was now smiling a bit wider than before.<br/><br/>"Take Delilah with you for a change of clothes and something to eat." Lydia skirted her warm eyes sidelong to Delilah in a nonverbal query to ask if she was up to it, then scrunched up her nose as her attention fell back on her stubborn daughter. "And take a shower. There's still vampire dust in your hair."