The Sheriff entered, her small frame lithe and strong and featured in black pants and a turtleneck that concealed the thin layer of body armor that was provided to her once upon a time by a quick-tongued gunslinger who had owed her a debt. Her shoes were adorned in efficient black combat boots, and her hair was done up in a loose bun. Her knife was on her belt, but she at least honored the necessity of appearances for diplomacy by covering it under a light jacket. Security was her duty, and so being unarmed would not do, but if some Elder from a nearby town was going to come by, she'd show the right respect.
She was just glad it wasn't her Sire.
Ever curious of the nature of what she had been called into, the Sheriff was timely and prepared. Nodding to Vivian but not filling the air with words - after all, this was a serious occasion - she remained standing and prepared for the arrival of the Prince of Sacramento.
-2 Vitae for Vigor and Resilience. Lina is wearing her Bowie Knife and has a thin Kevlar vest concealed beneath her turtleneck. On her ankle, holstered, is a smaller combat knife. She is carrying her cellular telephone on her, as well as a pen and notepad.