Sthelada wasn't exactly certain what Cian meant by that, but he would know himself better. She didn't push, only brought up an app for calling him a taxi on the nearest monitor. Picking up the cup herself, Sthelada took a drink. It wouldn't go to waste. "Shouldn't take too long," she assured him. "Be safe." There had been too many ghouls going missing and random Anarch attacks to make her feel better about any Kindred traveling alone.