Vyn just shook her head.

"I'll eat just about anything." She said before pausing.

"Got a coffee maker?" She asked.

"I can get this ambrosia perking."

"You'll need to just wait and see." Was all Vyn said before making her way to the kitchen, her voice having been a bit smug. She knew this blend would likely blow his mind with the degree of it being so good - and even if he didn't drink it black, she had every intention of giving it to him as such so he could try it first, before diluting it.

As she set to preparing it... he noticed that he smelled absolutely nothing from her. Nothing from the coffee, and nothing from her, herself, either. Normally he'd smell blood, or something akin to a 'vampire' sense when it came to encountering another.

Then again, she did say she worked at the Triad... so it would make sense that she wasn't human, as he was initially thinking.

The question was what.

"Clerical stuff, mostly." Vyn answered.

"It's me and a couple others that help keep that places... well, running as nicely as it does." She added. "Because way too much organization adn the like for one person to handle."

"And I've been there for a while." She added with a light chuckle.

"I do it because of the job security." Vyn admitted.

"They ain't gonna boot me. I'm too good." She added with a laugh.

"And while I don't hate it, I often times do rather dislike it."

"But what about you? Do you like doing your performances?"

"True. Nothing is ever perfect." Vyn agreed with a nod.

"Do you think you went to your style of performances thanks to your mother? Your file said something about how you took off from her because she was suffocating you." She then said.

"Do you think that it was born, at all, from a desire to eliminate that suffocation? Even if it meant violence." he could tell by her voice hat she was nothing more than curious. There was no underlying tone or anything to her voice - or if there was, it was very well hidden.

"All that you can, and should, do is just move past it and learn from your history." Vyn commented.

"And perhaps try and contact your Mother. Do you know anything about her?" She asked, her voice curious.

"If you can't find her, I can see if I can help? ... assuming she's still alive, of course." She sighed lightly, shaking her head.

"Those with the Bathory name are largely hunted out."

Vyn paused.

"Well, I suppose it would make ssense she would hide that." She then commented quietly before shrugging.

"Your mother was adoptd by Elizabeth Bathory whens he was.... Nine? I think is what the file said." She told him.

"And if I were to guess, it's why she was so.... overbearing with you."

"Sorry. I honestly thought you would have known that already." Vyn commented.

"But it does make sense that you didn't, if only just because of the fact that it is something that she tried to keep hidden last I heard. Along with that, the Bathory files have been... largely destroyed by time." She paused here, seeming to think about it for a moment.

"Which, I suppose, makes sense. She was a plague upon the region."

Vyj just smirked.

"A while." She repeated, a bit of a knowing look to her.

"Also, coffees done." She said, mere seconds before it chimed to signify that it wdlas, in fact, done. She then turned to pour them both a mug.

"Try it black first." She said as she handed him a mug.

Vyn just laughed at Jaden's reactions.

"Told you." She said as she took a drink of her own

"You can have the rest of the bag, by the way."