David’s words brought a shining smile to her face, “So you’re saying that you ‘dig’ me, American?” she asked flirtatiously. “But to answer your question, I do enjoy a ride now and then. I have a 2015 BMW HP4, black and blue back in my New Orleans home…” She explained, “I brought my hybrid i8 to the compound though, I don’t like to harm the environment so much on long trips.” Unlike humans, Trixy was environmentally conscious, she wanted the world to be around for at least as long as she planned to be.

Trixy realized her vehicles were a bit ostentatious and pricey, but a girl couldn’t help liking what she liked. When she agreed to leave the nobility for Francis, she had left behind her inherited wealth, but a lifetime of hunting down supernaturals proved to be quite the lucrative profession.

When David mentioned her firearms, she instinctively brought her right hand to caress one, the cool metal slick beneath her fingers “They are quite reliable, I have been fascinated with firearms since their introduction into France earlier in my lifetime.” [i]Much earlier…[/i] she thought.

Trixy’s eyes studied the bike when David showed it off with obvious pride. “Beautiful,” she admired and couldn’t help but notice “Black and red seems to be a recurring theme for you.” As she spoke, her supernatural hearing picked up on footsteps behind her. Trixy spun around gracefully on her heels to inspect the intruder, glad to have her hand preparedly near her glock. Her expression softened when she realized who was approaching “Englishman, what a lovely surprise…” she said, flashing her best smile.