Integral gave him a look. Those looks she cast to her soldiers when they had done something amazingly foolish and made them wet themselves or laugh in Alucard’s case. He was unusually aroused by her anger. Damn that bloody git.
“But Starbucks can’t serve edible tea,” she complained, “I am not the Good Samaritan.” But she hated to admit it that would be a good place and would likely be the only location that would make him ask ridiculous questions. “We are in Los Angeles without hope of exit. Trapped like caged lab rats, doctor. Furthermore…” She tucked the map into her pocket, looking at House with a straight face. “After sundown, a plethora of monsters, amongst them vampires, destroy any chance of an enlightening night life which would surely pose a trouble for most.”