09-04-2013, 06:54 AM
"Respectable, hmm?" She can't help but smile. Stands there, examining him, chin raised, arms crossed. Not afraid of direct eye contact. "Fair enough. As for bodies - I don't know whom could help. You could ask the Tremere for assistance in that regard, perhaps - they're a clan of warlocks, cunning, powerful, and most of their cadre are ex-Sabbat, so they know how the enemy thinks. At the very least, talking to them could give you insight into Sabbat tactics."
She takes a step back, half turns to go. Reaches into her jacket pocket, and then extends a business card to Gray. There's a simple phone number on it, no name, nothing else. "If you need to get in touch. Best of luck, Gray. If I think of anything that can be of help, I'll send it round to your corner."
Then a faint nod of the head, and Samantha turns to stride out of the war room.
She takes a step back, half turns to go. Reaches into her jacket pocket, and then extends a business card to Gray. There's a simple phone number on it, no name, nothing else. "If you need to get in touch. Best of luck, Gray. If I think of anything that can be of help, I'll send it round to your corner."
Then a faint nod of the head, and Samantha turns to stride out of the war room.