Maeve nods and does a little dance, "Yes! Same. Girl, sires are too much sometimes. I'm so glad to have gotten away. At some point, you've just got to go out and make a name for yourself without the stuffy old bat trying to poke a sword in your back." At this point, she doesn't entirely care about having too much etiquette there. Or, rather, she may not realize it isn't the most polite. But then, who doesn't feel that way about their bastard sires?
"Suits are the best. I feel like a woman ready to move on some man's position in a suit," She does a little spin and does some finger guns in a 'yesss' kind of manner, "Powerful. I mean, dresses are cool, but again, power suit."
"Ooo, what kinda pets you got?" She asks Mable.