The caverns creaked as she was resting in her room deep within the warrens. Setting up on the matted mattress. A cigarette lit in her mouth as she waited for a request either from the leader or maybe someone looking for work as the daylight kept Nosferatu stagnant until night begins to fall. Her yellow eyes going to linger on a tattered red dress in the corner of the room. A physical memory of her once mortal life as she scoffs turning away from it rising to head over to her computer jerry rigged in the warrens logging onto it as she put out the cigarette as she went to check the news.