Anna wasn't sure if Finnegan was going to give her a chance. It was iffy with how sure he seemed to be in giving up his search for his sister. But, it seemed the three of them together was able to convince him to at least give her a chance. He finally said he was going to look into it and in the man time she and Devon were welcome to say there. Well, it was a good thing she had been telling the truth after all. If he was looking into everything she had said then he would easily see she was telling the truth. She nodded to him and smiled slightly, "Thank you." She stated and then soon she and Devon were before shuffled off by the old room to whatever rooms they would be staying in.

As she walked behind the woman, going up the stairs, she glanced down the staircase to look at Finnegan for a moment. Looking at him when he had first come in, and even now, she had to admit there were many similar details between she and him. Same blue eyes. Same golden blonde hair. Maybe there was something to this. She supposed they would just have to wait until later to find out for certain.

Once she was lead to the room she would be staying in, she walked in, looking around, "Wow...its so big." She didn't know what to do with herself. She wasn't used to living in such a pampered way. Sitting on the bed and being alone while the woman showed Devon his room left her wondering just what she should do. At her side, her bag began to move, reminding her that she had put [url=http://assets.dogtime.com/asset/image/4f966648eadf725ead0001af/column_Yorkshire-Terrier-2-picture.jpg]Pooka[/url] in there before the maid had answered the door. 

Smiling she pulled the pup out of her bag and set him down, watching and laughing as he ran around the room excitedly, yapping all the while. Even he was more comfortable here than at Mrs. Graven's.That was a good thing she supposed. Standing up, heard a knock on the door and turned to the pup, "Pooka. Shhh!" Walking over she cracked the door to speak to the woman and the little dog, in his excitement ran right out from under Anna and the maid, down the stairs to go explore it seemed, "Pooka!" She said and made her way out of the room, chasing the small dog to try and get a hold of him. 

Then, much to her worry, the pup, rounding a corner, ran smack into non other than Finnegan's leg. She skidded a stop, tensing and looking at the young man nervously, "I....um....sorry. My dog....I guess I should have told you I had a dog, was in my bag when I came in...and he just gets really excited....I'm really really really sorry." Bending down, the little dog finally made his way over to Anna and she scooped him up, taking a few steps back, "Are you...mad?"