Trixy returned the slight bow, as Francis had once taught her that all vampires should hold sense of elevated propriety towards others, regardless of age. "But of course, monsieur, and I shall do the same." she said to David in response, letting her natural accent thicken before nodding and flitting off towards her own still-packed hybrid. Once at her trusted vehicle, Trixy popped the trunk and began tugging her luggage out of it. She had decided to pack lightly, and live a little more simply here, she only had three large suitcases of clothing and one large one for shoes. What? Okay, so maybe she didn't pack that lightly compared to [i]other[/i] people's standards. Once she had all of her things pulled out of the car, Beatrix shut the trunk and locked the doors, causing the car to beep twice. Her vampiric strength was enough to pull all of her luggage along with her to the women's quarters, but the suitcases were still cumbersome and she therefore struggled her way to the doors.