As they came upon the estate, Lillah's eyes grew wide and wandered over the property. Part of her was impressed and even envious; the older and subconscious part, however, preferred simplicity and pitied those who looked for comfort through materials. The former part won her over, though, and she blurted out a "Wow." Instantly, she felt her cheeks warm in embarrassment as her facade of nonchalance was broken. 

She found herself thankful that he spoke again, but quickly became guarded again at his inquiry. "It's Lillah," she finished for him, noting that he seemed nearly sober for a moment. For a moment, she wasn't sure what to say--she'd like to warn him, but telling the man that there was most likely a crazy super human or two running around wouldn't exactly come off well. Still, she found herself oddly prompted to spill the beans. [i]"A paladin can always trust her instincts,"[/i] she remembered her father explaining. [i]"Even if we don't remember it, we've lived on Earth before, so we have...a good sense of direction."[/i] She had scowled as he followed the explanation up with a wink, though the words seemed to ring true enough. 

Hesitantly, she said, "I think what ever is causing the disappearances is someone or something...old. Someone who's been doing this for a long time and knows how to cover their tracks." Her eyes flickered to the ground, and then back to the man before her as she waited for a dismissive laugh. He was drunk, anyways--it wasn't as if he'd remember this.