"It's nice to meet you, Harley," Simon replied after he'd extracted his hand from her enthusiastic shake. "I am ... filing," he agreed with a nod. "It's sort of a temporary system until we find something more suitable, but ..." He glanced toward the open chest under the desk before he shrugged. "We're very accustomed to making use of what we have.
"Before the resort, we didn't even have a ... a proper infirmary. It was ... well, it had been a dining car, and we'd just cleared the tables and chairs to one end and took some things from New York when we'd stopped there." He did appreciate that it was an actual infirmary now, with curtains for the beds instead of the jury-rigged system they'd had before.
"But ... yes. The blood is ... both for the vampires that need it, as well as to have a supply in case ... well, in case anything comes up that would require a supply of blood in a variety of types." He gestured toward the pairs of fridges against the other wall. "Storage," he replied. "We're ... ah. Not exactly encouraging vampires to feed on people, in the interest of preventing any accidents."
He glanced down toward the drawer when she started to open it, but it wasn't as though anything was exactly top secret in here. Though he did think they should invest in some sort of lock for the files, just in the interest of the privacy of the donors.