Spawns. Like a damn video game, [comes the flippant response from the middle-aged man standing off to the side. It's not that he was waiting for her, exactly... he was technically, actually, fiddling with the machine that was healing her and maybe running some scans on it, interested in stealing some of the tech, borrowing concepts, etc.

You know, for the good of all.]

You'll find some painfuly generic, Wal Mart grade women's pants, shirts, shoes in a lot of the stores around. If you want something more fashionable, usually you have to step it up with some barter with the actual humans living here. Well-- humans, vampires, whatever. We got all kinds. As for the people— I'd say, network. Miad can help you out.

[He points at the cat. If he were a better person, he'd probably pet it.]