Georgia looks around with wide eyes, smoothing down her dress-which just barely lay on the reasonable side of fanciness versus practicality. This place is... amazing. So much blood, and... three? Four of the kindred? My, she hadn't seen this many in one place outside of Elysium...

She suddenly fears she may be somewhere she shouldn't be, and decides that the safest option is the most direct one. With her best polite smile, she heads towards the counter, where at least two of her kind stand.