Re: in-person: mina/dracula
The door closed, and Mina feared it not. She should be wary of the man in the space, a virtual unknown and a consort of Vanessa's, and she should question the door's seemingly independent closure. She should consider these things, worry over them, but she did not. Her expression was curious, and beyond that allowed by polite society. This was a tepid world, calm and untroubled on the surface. Everyone pretended that life was harmless as a cup of lukewarm milk brought to the bedside on a silver tray, and everything was as it ought always have been. Mina had been raised in that world. She'd been bred to be pretty, a decoration, a spouse, a mother, but not someone who read or had opinions. Vanessa had always challenged that in her, but Mina had found no interest in knowledge.
Not that she recalled.
But she knew words now, books, things written. She should not know these things, but she did, and the closing door was added to things not understood, not comprehended, and yet not feared.
"I saw you with her at the theatricals, and we have spoken of you since." She was too polite for it to be accusatory, but it was rather direct for one such as herself. But he was amused, and that merely made her more curious, as if moth to flame, and she was terrible hungry, which didn't help matters in the enclosed space. She licked her lips, and she remained where she was; she didn't retreat. "Not quite?"