Income

_{[It's the sound of soft sobbing that catches Diva's attention, her sensitive ears directing her toward the source of such pitiful crying. She's got a large umbrella folded, the handle dangling from one hand, the other holding the handles of a nondescript shopping bag. The petite vampire queen is bundled up for the wet weather they've been having, her blue raincoat hiding most of the frilly skirt she's wearing underneath.

It's not hard to pick Akira out from the other strangers that are mulling about in the lobby, her heels clicking as she approaches. When she speaks it's not hard to see that there are fangs that peak out from past her lip.]}

...Are you all right?