Logan followed after the woman, Emma now that he knew her name, a slight nod to the other. He found himself wondering just how many people had sought shelter here from the storm. After all, roaming around that forest near or after sunset was dangerous and stupid, even for him, and everyone knew that. He had assumed his was just the rarity of a foolish man helping an even more foolish woman. But life always had a funny way of beating the odds. 

As Emma moved to open a door, hopefully to access the outdoors, yet another woman's voice interrupted their crusade. It seemed to be turning into an embarrassment of riches for Logan. His charming smile having never faded, he found himself, once more, turning and looking at the newcomer. The way she spoke, initially at least, as well as her garb, suggested some sort of employee within the house. The moment she said that the door led to the Mistress' Wing, he realized her need for insistence over politeness. Still, was a simple greeting and howdya do, too much to ask? Emma probably looked the least lady-like of the bunch and yet had shown more character and politeness than the two others combined. Perhaps this house was just full of scatterbrained, heavily focused women, with no concern for the finer, slower things in life.

[b][i][color=ed1c24]"Apologies miss, and good mornin'. We had no intentions of purposefully breakin' the rules of the house, merely got turned round lookin' for some..."[/color][/i][/b] he paused and widened his grin, [i][b][color=ed1c24]"Fresh air. Could you perhaps show us to the front door? We'll be along to breakfast shortly after, you have mah word. And the word of Logan Shropshire always holds true. Especially for the women ah give it to." [/color][/b][/i]

He hoped they could be done with this business, and get on with it without further interruption. Chores needed done, a cigarette needed smoked, and a pretty woman needed chatted up. Food sounded more and more alluring, but he had his word to Emma to keep, among other reasons.