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[minaharker10_2]

(Continuing from here)

*Mina, as she often does, is sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea. Her hands are shaking, though, and she hasn't yet taken a sip of the tea. There's a shawl wrapped around her shoulders but, if one looks, they can see the bite marks on her neck.

She's wearing a crucifix, of course. She's not an idiot.*

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[fitzroyal]

Henry comes in the back door, rubbing one hand over his face and wincing. The blisters aren't bad, but they're already starting to be painful, and he's annoyed, but his eyes are clean, clear hazel and his mind isn't clouded. His nostrils flare as he closes the door behind him and his head snaps around to Mina.

Oh, excellent. He almost laughs, at the ridiculousness of this evening so far.

[minaharker10_2]

*She turns suddenly as she hears the door close, almost startled. Upon seeing who it is, though, she carefully schools her face to the closest thing to impassivity she can manage* Get out. *Yes, she might be deliberately echoing his words*

[fitzroyal]

He bows, gracefully. "Mina Harker." Tiredly. And ignoring her command.

[minaharker10_2]

*At the bow she laughs, in a bitter sort of way he probably thought he'd never hear from her.* Mr. Fitzroy. *Last name terms again, on her part.*

[Typist: I think Henry's told her his full name, and that one, but I'm not positive.]

[quiet_dignity]

"Mina--!" Here's a very concerned husband, sitting down next to her and taking her hand gently. "Mina, my dear, are you--?" He takes a careful look at her and notes the marks on her neck -- he's sporting some of his own, actually, and stills. "You too?"

[minaharker10_2]

*She sees the marks upon his own neck immediately - she looks for them, of course, some odd instinct, and, wordlessly, she embraces him.*

[quiet_dignity]

He hugs her tightly and strokes her hair a bit -- his own hands might be shaking too. He only just got away because Quincey showed up, thank goodness. "It's going to be alright. We'll do something," he says after a moment, quietly, but firmly.

[minaharker10_2]

*She nods, a little. Yes, they did something before, they managed. They can managed again.* You have a crucifix with you?

[three_proposals]

Well then, here's Lucy prancing in and sitting next to Mina.

[minaharker10_2]

*And there, there's Mina checking her neck, surreptitiously - oh, good, no marks there - and then giving her a faint smile* Oh, Lucy, dear, it's so good to see you.

[three_proposals]

"And you, as well! I feel as though I haven't seen you in ages! How are you? And dear Jonathan, how is he? You must tell me absolutely everything!"

[minaharker10_2]

*some of the lightness comes back to her voice just from Lucy's presence.* Oh, I agree! Why is it that we spend so long apart when we live so near? *pause. After a brief consideration, she decides not to shelter Lucy too much* Well, I'm afraid that I'm none too well at the moment. *forced smile. Lucy may notice the marks or not as she pleases.*

[tomboy_22]

T: Because the typist is evil.

Anita wanders in for a nightly coffee, and pauses when she sees Mina.

"Whatever happened to you, lady?" And it's not a flipping title.

[minaharker10_2]

*Forced smile* You might not believe me, if I told you.

[tomboy_22]

"Try me." She sits across from her.

[minaharker10_2]

*After a brief moment of hesitation, Mina moves her hair to one side and shows Anita the marks. If she recognizes them, then all the better. If not, then Mina may or may not explain.*