“God bless you,” Integra said as Lindsey turned to sneeze. She was mildly distracted by the next red gleam that was closest to her and snatched the book. She would inspect it closely when she reached home. If she had to establish herself for a time, the least she could do to keep her from boredom and the tormented dwellings about what was happening in her war would be rebuilding her family library. Perhaps she could take several of the exclusive tomes of the new collection back to her dimension when this sham ended for good and she was returned where she belonged.
Whichever side had the victory wasn’t of her concern.
“Ah, the much-celebrated liberal American lifestyle,” the knight observed with a touch of humour and derision in her voice. “Those aforementioned definitions are very necessary in the traditional old British Empire, I’m afraid. We are the ever conservative relatives and we enjoy keeping this system untouched.”
Her lips turned into an amused smirk. “It’s possible. I am rather outspoken about my distaste for the American way of handle the supernatural community through the internet boards,” she admitted. Integra stuffed her cigar back into her mouth, grinding it between her teeth and extended one gloved hand. “Integral Blenner. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She had schooled to introduce herself with that alias through the months spent in this forced holidays of hers. There was no hesitation or accidental slips to the introduction, in spite of her fondness for her original many names in the manner aristocrats possessed. Nevertheless, pragmatism over sentimentality had been her reasoning as always.