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From: millie
‘What am I doing here? There are way too many new people here,’ Millie asks herself as she wrings her hands and climbs the balcony stairs. ‘Oh my, Lucille, and … Riskard. Why do I do this to myself?’ She gives nod to both and scoots to the periphery of their vision, such attentions as theirs too much for her right now. She idly listens, noting a high level of tension between Jerry and Johnny. Jerry starts to leave, his intentions to do Johnny harm shouted out here, on Holy Ground.
Part curiosity, part guile, and part stupidity propels Millie to intercept the angry Brujah. She is no stranger to angry Brujah, or dangerous courses of action therewith. “Hey Jerry. What’s up?” she asks with sincere curiosity, and sincerer need.
He proceeds to tell the tale of ungrateful, mean Gangrel and a hunter, asking her help with the later whilst one aforementioned ingrate makes a sly departure. “Of course I will help. I’ll meet you at White Rock Lake as soon as I can,” Millie would indeed like to know these hunter instruments, and is more than willing to help Jerry and Dee. Jerry ponders the situation as Millie surveys the scene, noting that Johnny has slipped away as expected.
‘Such risks. Why do I do it?’ Millie closes her eyes and feels the reason with her mind: ‘Because this is Holy Ground.’ The little Malkavian then looks up at where she guesses a camera should be. ‘And God is watching.’