Emma extended her hand towards the door, the one she was certain lead out of the building. Her fingertips had only just brushed the handle when a voice from behind hissed sharply. [b]"Stop!"[/b] Immediately, she withdrew her hand, turning around to face whoever had spoken. Her gaze fell on a stern-looking woman, holding an empty laundry hamper with a grip so tight that it looked as though it was her goal to crush it. [b]"What do you think you are doing, wandering about here? This is the Mistress's wing."[/b]

She opened her mouth to retaliate - a sarcastic 'well how the hell would I know that?' ready on the tip of her tongue. Thankfully for everyone, Logan spoke up before she could make a bad situation any worse. He apologized, sincerely and respectfully. He explained the situation, how they had been trying to find the front door before breakfast, and had gotten lost. 

Emma made just the slightest of faces. Yes, he was charming, and yes, she had been looking forward to smoking a quick cig before breakfast. But at this point, it hardly seemed worth it. Two interruptions, and they'd not even reached the front door yet. [b]"Actually, mebbe we'll just go ahead and follow you to breakfast,"[/b] Emma said with a shrug. She glanced at Logan. [b]"Unless you really want to head outside for a minute. But, I can wait until after we eat."[/b]

As if to emphasize her point, she pulled the cigarette from behind her ear and tucked it into the pocket of her trousers, alongside the box of matches. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw someone move, but as soon as she looked in the direction, she was only able to catch sight of a disappearing heel as whoever-it-was exited the room once more. What a strange home, and what strange people.