"Ms. Tremblay," Qui says without missing a beat. "Jordan. A vision, you say?"
Jordan nods, a sheepish expression on her face. "It's a big one. About Vivian Maier."
As is the case with most Kindred of the Malkavian clan, Jordan is questionably blessed with strange abilities. Only days after her Embrace, Jordan had begun experiencing "visions" of the future. These glimpses of events to come were often incoherent jumbles of blurred images and words, but sometimes the gift provided a clear and unimpeachable truth that would invariably occur in reality. At least that's how she sees it. In truth, only a handful of Jordan's visions have come close to fruition, and even then it could be said that it was more out of coincidence than any true augury.
"What about Vivian?" Qui asks. "You're in one hell of a hurry."
"I found her wandering the streets downtown," Jordan says, eyes flicking between you and the Sheriff. "She had no idea who she was or how she'd gotten there. At first I thought she must be a mortal that looks just like her, but she's the real deal. I drove her back to her place and her butler was completely beside himself. He said she'd run out the door like a wild animal before he could catch her!"