"Oh, yes please, do you have any oat milk? And three tablespoons of sugar." She knelt down to look at Gus, but she didn't tap on his tank. She glanced up and shifted out of the way when Steven came over to feed the goldfish. "Oh, I wouldn't judge anyone even if we were not on the station. I would be a little more guarded, of course, because I would have to be. People want to end my life simply because I am old. They want the clout of killing a twelve hundred year old vampire." Which would prove much easier now that she wasn't a vampire anymore.
Bryn stood up slowly, and smiled at Steven. "I don't know what he wants to tell me, but clearly you're involved. How do you feel about telling me what Khonshu wants Marc to tell me?" Surely he was informed, they wouldn't plot on telling her something that involved him, without telling him.