There were a few guesses as to which her clan her new friend belonged to but where was the fun in that? It wasn't like she was the best at guessing, anyway. Sometimes traits stood out, like with the Nosferatu, but sometimes, Garnet was taken for something she wasn't, herself. Not that she helped matters with the way she acted sometimes. Oh well, it was great fun either way, sometimes, depending on the company.
"Brujah~" The way it rolled off her tongue, there was a smile to it. She hadn't met anyone from that particular clan in awhile. "The beast can be quite cruel in it's moods." A quiet musing as the cigarette was lit, watching the beautiful black paper catch the fire and start to turn to ash and smoke. There were times, in earlier days, that she could have stood for hours watching smoke like this. Lucky for her, she'd never had a problem with being stuck watching the sun come up. The beast drove them on but sometimes, it was almost like it wanted them to die, as well. Fickle? Possibly.
Tilting her head back, the end of her ponytail almost touching the stone under her, Garnet smiled and shook her head slightly. "I live over in Soho." Creating pieces with real stones was something that paid the bills and then some.