<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>The dhampir grinds her teeth quietly for a moment, resisting the urge to bite her tongue as she knows what usually happens when she does that.  Her emotions catch up with the rest of her quickly, "because, unit is being inconsiderate of merely mortal emotions.  Because the 'person in the container' is<em>dead</em>and is important to everyone here.  Because unit is obviously obsessed with<em>law</em>and<em>order</em>over<em>feelings</em>and<em>people.</em>Because<em>unit</em>is a<em>machine</em>and an outsider.  You wish to understand how it is mortals will interact with devices, unit?  Then go to Numeria.  Go to Absalom.  Go to Taldor or Katapesh, or one of the other cities where the strange and the exotic is every day, not some backwoods, superstitious, fearful and paranoid little town in the back of beyond.  Unit should listen and observe, and keep the hell out of things that do not<em>concern </em>unit."<br/><br/>With that she stands, not quite jumping, and quickly stepping out the door to the back of the building with preternatural speed.  Any who watch closely might notice the slight tremble in her hands as she leaves in a swirl of robes and cloth, the back door closing more firmly than strictly necessary.  She doesn't even really seem to notice Lilial as she leaves the house and decides to go for a walk, away from the general town area, her step quick and touched by eerie smoothness from her vampiric sire.