Haven walked through the door opened by the housekeeper. The woman didn't say anything to Haven before addressing someone else in the room. [i]That was unexpected. I could be a murder or something. Unless she can read my mind...[/i] her thoughts trailed off as she took in her surroundings. There didn't appear to be as many children here as there were at the other home she had been to. In fact, the few people she could see all appeared to be at least her age with the exception of a small girl she could hardly see sitting at a table across the room. It looked like people were sitting down for breakfast. As if it took her acknowledgment of the food as a signal, Haven's stomach growled. She decided to forgo any niceties and made her way straight for the table. She sat on an open end, without looking at anyone specific.