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Mason smiled at the woman's gratitude. Kind of felt good knowing she had appreciation somewhere, it being something violent didn't really bother her. She was rather used to life being like that. Then the woman offered kindness after Mason had talked about the Shadow Realm. She stood still for a moment, just trying to ponder it. It wasn't that she'd never had kindness, even now there were people kind in spite of what she was used to. Though, usually those people did not necessarily know her. She could not come up with anything particularly good to say, so instead she just said, "Thanks."

Mason chuckled slightly at the woman's reaction to Warren, she couldn't hear Warren's reaction. She wasn't even really sure what it would be. She thought he might be amused but it was honestly hard to tell what his personality was really like. It had become so warped and distorted by the Shadow Realm the little bit that leaked out didn't tell her much. She was about to speak to explain that he could indeed hear her when he spoke again, "Offerings of eggs, fresh, full, unprepared. Foxes and nightmares and withering touches."

She could definitely see Mason furrow her brow at his response. Even with hearing him more often than most, he still sometimes just...didn't make sense to her. "I'm not really sure what his intention was for that one, but he did hear you. He can see and hear things and speak he just can't seem to move anything really. Or be seen."

"The eyes are wrong."

"Also the Shadow Realm kind of screwed up his mind. We made an agreement, I have him as my wraith, and outside of helping me, he can go and look at things." She explained shortly. It wasn't exactly a full story. But they weren't exactly in free time.

She nodded as Caia said she didn't want to go into the river, and that while they could put him in the woods the fae were not friendly. And they'd likely need to hurry, add onto that the frozen ground, and it wasn't the greatest of options. Mason clicked her tongue, "Ah, forgot about that bit. Otherwise we could probably be in and out before they got too irritated. River probably is the best option then."

Caia offered her extra clothes, which Mason was extremely grateful for, "Oh yes, please, I'm not exactly keen on walking the city around in anything bloodied. Especially not in this case." it certainly wasn't the best time to be caught with blood on her.

Then she went off to change the security records. She was, after-all, new here. So if she'd screwed up the security tapes was it really all that of a surprise? Some accidentally mistaken recordings were certainly important on the legal scale, but it would be much worse for them to find it...probably. Evidence that it was them specifically to kill him was an issue. So hopefully nobody would ever find the body, at least not until the evidence was sufficiently gone.

As she finished she heard Warren again, giving her directions to the place in the river least likely for the body to ever be located. He said something about cuts and bruises which she took for meaning something about the formation of the earth in the river, she'd have to trust him on this most likely. Then she went to a mirror, quickly cleaning off anything she could see on her skin, that was one advantage of being a Mystic. You had a reflection.

Caia might be stressed, Mason had far less fear in the current situation. Perhaps she'd been involved in just too many deaths. That certainly was how she saw it. Life was violent and she wasn't bothered by that. The moment she'd become a paladin it was that way. She'd certainly remember today, somewhere, But she wouldn't place it in any special spot any more than most of her days. Except, maybe, that Caia might be worth trusting.

At this point they were too far gone to avoid real problems if they were caught. This would have to be done without error, or they'd pay for it. She came out to see Caia, and the bagged body. She was cleaning the murder weapon. Right. She still wasn't used to this Mason remembered. She watched her head away to speak to the helpful man again.

She hoped he was trustworthy. Their safety very likely hinged on him. She kept a distance but watched their interaction quietly, looking down and waiting patiently as she heard the discussion. Furrowing her brow, especially at her position in this. How had she ended up here? The question no longer held the same disdain it once had. Now it was just...a question. Uncertainty more than hurt.

She was now on the opposite end, in some ways. Helping vampires? Just a year ago she would have tried to kill people like she was acting now. Though, maybe not. She realized right now she was a lot more powerful than she used to be. Strange how that worked. She stepped away for a little thinking before she came back to find Caia in the dining room again offering her the clothes.

"Thank you. Don't...don't think about it too hard afterwards. What's done is done. We can't change it anymore. All we can do from here, is what we can do." She said, furrowing her brow, "Oh...that sounded like Warren. What I mean is that worrying won't help once we've finished this. What needed to be done was done. That's just how it is." she hoped her certainty of this might at least be of some help.

Mason took the clothes and would find somewhere to change before following her plan of checking to ensure she was as clean as possible, of blood at least. That would be a pretty telling sign. And if caught you could be sure soldiers would be quite happy to test that blood even if they'd already gotten rid of the body. She did have a fake ID that might help, and she had a reflection on top of that, so proving she was a vampire would rely a lot more on a temperature check.

Her return would be fairly fast. She was a bit uncomfortable wearing someone else's clothes but it was all that could be done right now. Better that than what she had on moments before. This would be a real issue if they ran into soldiers. But, maybe, she could figure it out. If it worked, she might just be able to teleport the body elsewhere. If that even worked. But hopefully they'd run into no such issue. It occurred to her, if she used her fake ID and Caia was seen with her, and Mason was discovered, they'd have reason to mess up Caia too. Hm, that was a problem. She'd have to take care about that part. Maybe being a telepath would be something she'd have to rely on more if they were found out.

Either way she was back and ready to start moving. She called on Warren again to check and ensure they were clear to move the truck while they got ready to move the body and the weapon, "I can...take that. I can leave the city easier than some. Figure if we bring it somewhere else entirely it might be harder to connect. Only after we're done here though. It'd be easier, but longer because of the trip and care needed."

Caia had an odd response to the reference to Warren. Mason, of course, didn't know who Caia actually thought of when she'd heard the name. There was no reason for her too after-all. She was however pretty sure Warren was quite old, Caia didn't act like she was, but maybe Warrens name had come up at some point? Or maybe that was a stretch. Either way she had to get changed and so wouldn't hear Caia talking. 

Mason did not remotely have the relationship with Warren Foster as Caia had had with her Warren. Warren Foster and her had an agreement, a deal. It was fairly straightforward, he gets to journey, and she gets to call on him for help when she needs it. That was it, no other rules, no other requirements. Originally, as far as she was concerned, that was the end of it. Warren Foster seemed to...test that. Often giving unwarranted advice or comments that, 75% of the time, didn't make much sense. She tolerated him only because his existence was dependent on her. At the time, she still hated vampires even though she'd become one. Over time he became less irritating, and easier to understand. And her recent death had obliterated what hatred and disgust for the vampire race remained.

Now Caia responded on the matter of the weapon, she was planning to take it apart herself. Mason cocked her head in thought. "Yeah, that seems the best way to go about it." she agreed. There was risk affiliated of course, but that was the case with anything. At least here the gun wouldn't even be in enough of one piece to properly be identified. At least she hoped that was how that'd work.

She also mentioned paving stones and rope. Mason nodded, "Yeah that'd be good." she felt a weird feeling of dissociation. A flicker maybe of the Shadow Realm still. How little she cared about the death of a human, how little emotion was going through her for any of this scenario. Perhaps it would return later, maybe it was just the situation itself.

Could always ask Foster about it, just in case. Not that she could be sure she'd understand him.

Mason had just a little experience in mechanical crafting, mainly traps. She'd tried guns, but getting them to a worthwhile quality just was beyond her skill level. She hadn't really done the traps in awhile either though, those weren't her style. She preferred the much more direct methods. Arguably much more dangerous, but often more effective. A random trap was unlikely to do that job of a real confrontation. Mason saw again Caia look at the body, again reminder her that Caia wasn't used to this. True Mason wasn't either, she usually didn't hide the bodies. But at least she was used to things dying. She hoped she'd be alright, but there was really no way she could know.

She said she'd go get a cart, managing a smile on her way out, which Mason returned. This could be impactful for Caia. For Mason, she'd gotten more desensitized to the violence. But this wasn't just violence, this was deceitful relationships. That could make trusting hard in the future. And while it was important to be careful where you put it, under-use the trust was sometimes just as bad she figured. That was what she dealt with most often, she'd been so much of a lone-wolf when it came to actually taking care of herself, that might have been what cost her. Maybe if she'd had allies, she wouldn't have gotten killed. Or at least, it would have gone a little better maybe.

That was irrelevant right now, she checked the keys and chose to look over the truck. Making sure she knew where everything was, including insurance. Just in case. Figured she should do that while Caia worked on getting some of the stones and rope. She came back a little before Caia did, she nodded as Caia as she asked if she was ready, and if she'd be up for driving. "That's good, I was just checking the truck out a moment ago. Wanted to look familiar with it." she explained.

Mason of course would help with the process of getting the body in the cart, and follow along with Caia in regards to the trashbags. But as she was doing that, she was using some of her skills to check regularly, trying to sense if and where any people were if they were near. She had gotten pretty good at using her skills to follow information that normally wasn't available. Her vampiric senses and abilities most assuredly aided with that. It wasn't always perfect, but more often than not, if she was using it, she'd know some details. She realized just how useful that would be in this case, unfortunately, trying to use that in the car would be far too difficult without looking suspicious. She was good at it, but that was too much going on at once for a real extended period of time.

"If...we get caught." She didn't want that to happen, or even consider that as a potentiality. But it was regardless, "What would you do? I can't wipe memories. And I'm not keen on...just killing people. Best I could do is teleport them elsewhere and hope they can't prove anything, but that'd still go really wrong proof or not."

Cart wasn't prime material for this sort of thing. But it could also have to do with the weight it was carrying. It wasn't like an entire human body was particularly light, and on top of that of course was the trash and blocks they were going to use to weight the body down. Still, it was doing it's job. Soon they managed to get the body in the back, man the smell was strong. Maybe it would serve a purpose of its own though.

Mason raised her eyebrows as Caia told her to just bail if they get caught. She was actually just a bit surprised at the thought-fullness of that. Not that Caia didn't already come off as a person that was willing to care for other people, maybe it was just Mason's way of dealing with things that caused that. She didn't really consider outs very often that didn't result in an out for everyone. She had become so mechanical in her way of dealing with things that she hadn't even considered that an option.

"I...alright. I can teleport myself somewhere probably. If it comes to such a situation. Better we both vanish and they have to figure out what happened then we both get seen I guess." she responded. She didn't really know of any other good plans, the fact that Caia could just enter the shadow realm of her own will was a power Mason definitely was going to try and explore. That sounded useful, then again, it's draw on her mind last time was very strong. She wandered if it could harm her if she did it of her own accord.

Caia would also voice what Mason had thought about the smell, "Yeah...I am so glad I don't work in garbage." she said, just imagining how much she'd have to deal with if that was her job. Another strike as Caia said she hoped she'd never have to do it again. Mason would nod as she asked if she was ready to put Alex in, and they'd get him in. Followed by the trash bags, covering him fairly well even if someone were to look.

She asked if Mason could have her Wraith search things out before they headed off, make sure the route was clear. As well as commenting on how she could help with further decreasing chances of them getting cought. As Mason got into the front and started up the truck she bobbed her head side to side, "Warren is uh...hard to understand sometimes. I could maybe get him to actually lead us where we need to go by speaking, cause I can't see him myself...but I doubt he could relay a path with any level of understanding. The Shadow realm, I think, has done some things to his mind that I'm not sure are repairable. Sometimes he can be really wise, other times...I can't understand a word."