Vaggie didn't know what to expect when meeting one of Carmilla Carmine's children. She certainly didn't ever expect to see one voluntarily knocking at the hotel's door without being called upon first. It made a shiver run down her spine. For a child of Carmilla to be here, it couldn't be good.

She wanted to grab her spear, it was an instinct- one that she had a hard time breaking. Living in Hell didn't make that exactly easy. Everyone wanted to hurt you in one way or another. She wouldn't let it get the one-up on her or anyone she cared about.

"Oh... Uh..." Vaggie cleared her throat, narrowing her one good eye as she looked at the child, "Want to...say why you're here instead of working for that dictator mother of yours?