Arabella listened to all of it with interest, but also with an air of coolness about her. A brief flicker of expression at the mention of the former Prince of London was the only betrayal of emotion shown, despite the magnitude of it all.

"Perhaps.." Her linked fingers curled around the bend of one knee. "What a charmed life we have..", she muttered.

"Alright then, notably suspicious gaggles of hunters, and ghouls being trafficked by European Kindred. Let's presume I'm terribly concerned and would like to monitor the situation at the very least.. make my own inquiries, be the busy little honey bee that I am.."