Re: log: vanessa i, dracula, mina m
The man seemed both baffled by the sudden turn of events and identification of the woman who had come to poke around the corpse, and very glad to have an excuse to usher her away without need to make a scene. "Of course," he said, magnanimously. "Miss Ives, I bid you good evening."
"Good evening," she said, cordial as could be, and turned with her walking companion toward the door.
It was a gauntlet of guests, as they pushed through into the lamplight. The courtyard had no direct access to the street, so they were required to forge their way through the gaping onlookers. Most still didn't know who they were looking at, and, if she was realistic, they would hopefully be too occupied with the gruesome murder to leave her more than a footnote to the crime, the prescient, possibly supernatural next door neighbor who had come just after the moment of death. She wasn't likely to be blamed, but it was likely to cement a reputation for her of prophecy, whether she liked it or no.
"You have exceedingly impressive timing," she said, her eyes low, clinging close to him as if he were a good friend lending an arm to her in her shock. As they broke free of the crowd gathered at the back of the house, and stepped out the front door, she was relieved to have fresh air again, the house having passed by in a blur. She loosened her grip, then, on his arm.
She turned her head, facing him once again, assessing him openly as she had at the party. Her eyes were sharp, calculating.
"And I still have no name to put to you, sir. Now, I think, might be the time for us to be properly introduced."