“All vampires have a profile,” he said with a sniff. “Gods, Sally, don't you people at least give the newcomers an orientation down there?” “Nope. Not even a flyer for my troubles,” I quipped, right before I felt her foot hit me in the side of the leg.
This part is one of the few things I have to agree with him on. Do not bitch about someone fucking things up when you will not tell them the rules.
