"And just how long has Whip York been an upstanding citizen within the Domain?" Nell asks, an innocent smirk twisting her lips.
Nell starts drumming her fingers against her knee as she listens to the Gangrel speak. Her eyes catches the sight of a weaker predator speaking with Martha, and then the Seneschal. Nell yanks back against the yowling hissing thing within that wanted to kill the intruder.
Konrad's question seems abrupt, but it serves to pull her attentions back towards him and away from the hansom Kindred speaking with the pale beauty that was the Seneschal.
"It seems there is much to learn regarding these games of skill and chance." is Nell's reply as she concentrates on refocusing on the conversation. "Might take me a while to keep it all straight, but I'm sure I'll figure it out."