Glory looked up as two more coworkers entered. She raised a white gloved hand in greeting, which immediately went slack and fell back to her side. Mithias. The other one. Or was he the first? She couldn't remember. It was always difficult to determine the age of vampires. She bowed her head briefly. 

"Good morning," she said, her voice ever so slightly strained. She could practically hear Aunt Honey's voice whispering over the strange music of cicadas, telling her never to look a vampire in the eye, could feel her mother's large, dry hands pressing the crucifix into her waiting palm, teaching her to be steady. This was different. She knew that. But instinct and muscle memory were powerful things. The soft human part of her mind sensed predator and grew small and careful. She was now in the room with two of them. One she could handle, her small and careful human self insisted, but two?

She shook herself and drew up straight-backed and smiling. She would not entertain those thoughts. No, she would give them - both of them - the benefit of the doubt. 

"I was just speaking to Atlas about something that might interest you, Mithias. I always bring breakfast for them as can eat, but I feel awful for not bringing something for them as can't, or would rather not in any case. I suggested flowers for your desks, something that smells nice. What do you think?"

The words came out in a rush. Until today, she had mostly worked alone in the archives, isolated from the others unless they ducked in briefly to search for something. Today was the first day she would be spending any extended time with the more imposing members of the company staff. She took a breath. 

"Sorry. I'm a little frazzle today."