Not here. Nobody would forget a car when they packed or moved which meant this girl was also one of those who were counted amongst the ones who were taken an unexpected bloody holiday in California. They were the minority for what Integra found out. Most citizens were indeed locals.
“I miss my original Rolls Royce,” she explained with a small ounce of bitterness. “Unfortunately, I crashed it against a wall near the Parliament.” She omitted that she had lost control on the car because Nazi undead sharpshooters fired at the flats. The statement wouldn’t be unbelievable, all things considered; however this wasn’t a light topic she wanted to share during afternoon tea. “Are you employed at the moment?” she inquired after a pause.