<Zane Calbeni> is sitting on a crate he’s dragged out between the two warehouses, his back against the building and looks to be almost lost in thought as Kara makes her way to the docks and the metals buildings where they first encountered one another. It’s late, and there isn’t another soul in sight tonight save for him.

Kara clears her throat with a polite cough as she approaches. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Zane?” She asks, somewhat uncertainly.

<Zane Calbeni> looks over at her and then hops down off the crate. “Did you ever figure out what put that rip there in the metal?”, he asks walking over to it and running his hand along the tear.

“I’ve still got a few theories,” Kara responds vaguely, “some more recent than others. Why?”

<Zane Calbeni> reaches over and starts to grab both sides with his hands and crimp the metal back together. “I did it. To get the people who were still trapped inside after the explosion out.”, he says without looking directly at her. He folds the edges of the metal together just enough to hold them that way, but does it bare handed.

Kara raises an eyebrow and gives a thoughtful humm. “Admirable. And it makes sense. You had proximity and motive.”

Kara pauses for a moment, then adds; “I can see why you didn’t want it in the report.”

<Zane Calbeni> nods his head slightly and steps back, hopping back up to sit on the crate again. “Well, part of why I was avoiding it going into the report. Even the people here that saw me… they wouldn’t say anything. I saved their lives afterall. But reports of that nature draw unwanted attention.”

“Well,” Kara responds after a moment, “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. But I had a job to do, and you weren’t giving me much.”

<Zane Calbeni> nods his head a bit at that, offering his boyish grin in response. “This is true. My problem is that I tend to believe a little differently than my peers, and that is why I am talking to you now. I was mostly waiting for Esmond to leave town for a bit first, just to be on the safe side. But Esmond, well, he has a job… like you do. To make sure people don’t find out, whatever that takes. So be mindful during your encounters with him.”

“I’ll be careful.” Kara says with a nod. “I can’t guarantee things won’t go wrong anyway. I’ve had that kind of month.”

<Zane Calbeni> kicks back against the other warehouse, stretching out like a big cat as he watches Kara. “Despite the fact I didn’t figure you’d take off on me… you seem to be taking all of that rather well. And oddly enough, without questions so far.”, me muses aloud.

“I’m told I’m good at piecing things together,” Kara shrugs, “and I’ve been getting a few answers from other sources.”

<Zane Calbeni> cocks his head as he studies her a bit longer, then nods. “I imagine your tendancy to notice our predatory nature might also play a role in that. Part of why I didn’t ask you to meet me at the Trill this time. There are usually wuite a few of us there, and those that aren’t are usually aware so… I didn’t want you freaking out again.”

“I…actually appreciate the concern.” Kara offers a slight smile. “And the discretion, belated as it may be.”

<Zane Calbeni> smiles, sitting up a bit more. “Well, there has been a lot going on. And… I feel like I should apologize at least a little bit for being all stalker-ish and following you home one night.”

“I…” Kara blinks several times, processing that particular revelation, “I’m going to chose to ignore that, for the time being.”

<Zane Calbeni> laughs warmly, shaking his head. “I totally thought you were gonna call me out on that last night. Speaking of… I took a look around, and there were some scrapes on the nearby dumpsters and the brick wall. I heard some people talking about some homeless guy with a hook so… maybe it’s just some crazy guy.”

Kara mutters something about being a registered voter, her residence being public record, and nobody needing to stalk her. The description of the scene piques her interest, and she strokes her chin thoughtfully. “It’s certainly probable. Arthur seems to think it’s some form of specter, though.”

<Zane Calbeni> looks thoughtful, eyes scanning the area about them as he thinks. “Both are possible. As I said last night, I do believe in ghosts… and there are quite a few in a city such as this. But crazy people are a tad more common, admittedly.”

“I’m not saying it’s not.” Kara acquiesces, “but there’s there are a number of the ghost ship sightings coming back up again. Even if the figure wasn’t a ghost, it could be a possession, or just a psyhco using local legends as a cover.”

<Zane Calbeni> “That ship has been coming and going since I was a kid… and that’s been a while.”, he says. “Never seen it do anything like that before. People have disappeared but that was… brutal.”

“Any ideas as to what could be riling them up so much this year?” Kara asks with a slight tilt of her head. “None of the books I’ve read on this particular phenomenon describe anything like this either.”

<Zane Calbeni> frowns a little as he thinks about it, then runs his hand through his short dark hair. “I have a few theories, none of them good. But nothing to back it up as of yet.”

“Hmm,” Kara frowns as well, “well, there are rarely any easy answers. I’ll see if I can dig something up. With what free time I can find, anyway.”

<Zane Calbeni> chortles faintly, half through his nose as he hops down off the crate. “I can imagine, between the spiffy new job and that Arthur guy.”

“Why am I not surprised you know about my new position?” Kara asks, slightly exhasperatedly.

<Zane Calbeni> holds his hands up a bit. “That wasn’t me snooping… well… it was… I was keeping tabs on what the cops were sending to Esmond.”

Kara’s brow furrows. “I’m surprised my transfer made office gossip at the precinct.”

<Zane Calbeni> sighs a bit. “I think he asked them to keep tabs on your work after the lab stuff happened that drew his attention in the first place.”

Kara’s frown deepens. “Great,” she mutters, “two vampire stalkers. My sisters’d kill me in a fit of jealousy.” Then she forces a smile, and speaks louder; “That shouldn’t be a problem any more. I don’t think my lab reports’ll be passing through the precint.”

<Zane Calbeni> makes a bit of a face, then nods. “Well, that is for the best. As I said it’s part of his job to make sure no one knows. As for me… well, after you came back and found me during the day I decided I needed to keep an eye on you is all.”

“Don’t worry,” Kara grins slightly, “I can keep mum. Doubt anyone’d believe me even if I wanted to talk. I…appreciate? That you’re looking out for me. I still don’t know how to feel about that.” She suppresses a shudder. My parasympathetic nervous system doesn’t seem to like you or your…friends.”

<Zane Calbeni> chuckles a little bit but nods his head in agreement. “I don’t disagree that it’s kinda creepy. If the roles were reversed I’d be a little uncomfortable. But I am glad you also understand that I mean you no harm. I cannot vouch for all of them though.”, he says as he inclines his head toward the road. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to civilization at least.”

“Alright,” Kara’s smile widens by a few centimeters, “that’s very gracious of you, Mr. Zane.”