"Oh, no," Natasha says, huffing a laugh. "I'm about the furthest you can get from that kind of lifestyle."

She's heard that kind of comment before. It had amused some of the older vampires, she thinks, to have that name on a brat turned killer, essentially trash picked up off the street and made useful.

But the middle east, but Eastern Europe before that.

"I have to say, sounds like you go exciting places."

Politically active places. It might not be a confirmation, but it supports Natasha's growing suspicion that this woman does know of her.