Always? Was Maureen not aware there was such thing as over-kill? "I see no purple from here. Maybe she found herself help," Elizaveta suggested, her tone rather delicately indicating she believed that was what she thought the Senator ought to do. Regardless of her condition. She had not, as far as she recalled, ever made a real effort at fully hiding that she did not like the woman. "Via will be fine, I am sure. I was not sent all that far away..." She was not going to say it, but it seemed to her that Liliya got the wrong end of the stick, as it were. They must have only been victim to the rest. If one could call it that. By Elizaveta's logic, that meant Maureen and Via would be no worse off than she was. "I think I must call Emilie and Galileo. They shall help look; all I can smell right now is myself." She swallowed a mouthful of her own blood as discretely as she could. It would be altogether much easier if her senses were clearer, but they were not, so if she had to settle for the senses of humans then she would. The summons was sent before she really had to think about it, centuries of practice on her side, not to mention sheer habit. Her blood dolls would arrive soon, hopefully, then her attention would not have to be split. Looking to Lux, an eyebrow raised while she tried to adjust her hair, only to realise it was, in part, a bloodied mess and immediately let it down. "My dear, you have an awful lot of faith in your fellow man. Especially given the scene around you. 'Preternaturals for Peace' and they try to exterminate us. Ms. Kennedy is a prominent political figure; how many doctors, nurses or paramedics do you think may take issue with her stance on supernatural rights? If, say, she were to be cremated for a lack of vital signs - even by mistake - there are those of us who would be more than a little put out." Her smile broadened a touch. "Elizaveta Barishnikova, by the way. You will forgive me, that was rude of me."
She did not visibly react to the revelation that Lux was specifically a bitten were, nor had she cared about her race to begin with. But she supposed that was the fundamental difference between the Cyri and essentially everyone else; sheer organisation. Elizaveta should have hated to be a bitten. Actually, she would have sooner died in the very final sense. "I cannot feel the warmth," she admitted. "And I did not like the dirt... Though it was preferable to this." Regarding what had been said about chaos: "I do not think I truly know chaos." Said almost airily and even in the current circumstances. What was going on around them was simply... annoying. Annoying? Yes. That she was standing in public bare-footed was only proving her point. Naoki's arrival didn't even register in her mind past the acknowledgement that Liliya would be well. Ah - it seemed Lux did not like the idea of Liliya's appetite. "Oh, of course. It doesn't bear thinking about how many others may be similarly affected." Actually, Elizaveta did not care about anyone else out here unless they were truly relevant to her role in her house. Which most of them were not.