"I wouldn't miss it." She puts on a good face, despite the way the blood around her gnaws at her. Socializing with other vampires must be a kind of masochism, keeping the edge of her thirst razor sharp. She can't let herself avoid it, though; there's too much she'd miss. For whatever definition of the word.

"Hopefully not too many people are—though I wouldn't be surprised if there's some older types holding their noses."

Which in her mind is not a bad thing.