Xaviers!

Sam makes her way up the stairs to Tereza's flat. For the sake of politeness, she raps her knuckles on the door at the top of the stairs, though she knows she could probably go right in.

"You can just come in," Tereza's voice says as if to confirm her supposition.

"That obvious it was me, aye?" She asks, slipping in and closing the door behind her.

"You have a certain walk," Tereza said, tapping one ear. "I think we have a plan of action. Unfortunately part of it requires dressing up."

"You realize I don't have a tremendous amount of outfits in those saddlebags, right?"

"I do and I'm thinking about that," she said. "Just my bad luck that the vampire I need to talk to isn't going to be at her own club tonight."

"I can give it a try, at least. Used to be a bit of a girly-girl, back in the day."

"We can at least get you some clothes," she said, pulling up her phone and opening what looked like a text list that she started scrolling through.

"Always feels like I'm imposing on you, but if this helps I'm on-board."

"No imposition," Tereza said, glancing up. "Just have to find the right person who owes me."

"She did say you've got an impressive favor bank," she smirks.

"You're talking to Sister now?" She didn't seem upset, just curious.

"We did have a bit of a chat, but it was the florist that said that."

Tereza hmphed, "Met my corporeal babysitter then." She looked to Tosh, "You still in on this? Since I'm chatting the vampires, I wanted to give you the opportunity to back out before they potentially get involved. I can understand that their company isn't for everyone."

"She seemed pleasant enough. Only had nice things to say about you. It was like meeting your mum."

"Assuming you won't let the soulless things try to suck me dry like a Capri Sun, I'm too curious to back out now. My spirit friend can control himself if its only a chat."