Lucine couldn't have missed the girl tense, but physically and mentally. And so she shook her head slowly. "No," Lucine said. "She spoke of no threat, only that there were others like us in this city. Back in Russia, I run-" she paused, considering the best way to describe the convent. "Let us call it, a haven, a school of sorts, for those like us. It has been two decades and the number of us has become sizable. We have gathered lost souls to us from across the world to a place where they can be protected and with others who might understand them. My seidhr, she tells me of something similiar in London, and so of course I come to find it."