Harley couldn't help but jump as Mister Findley appeared beside her, questioning as to her wellbeing. She had practically forgotten his existence, for what it was worth, although she couldn't help but notice the evident lack of empathy, or even sympathy, in his voice or manner. As if it were a completely normal occurrence. She smoothed her hair and skirts, gathering face rather quickly and coolly acting as if nothing had happened.
"I am quite fine, thank you for your concern. You needn't mind me, it was nothing of importance." she said briskly, trying to keep her voice from quavering, though she couldn't help the trembling of her hands. That vision... It had seemed so real! As if she had actually been there! 

She clasped her hands tightly together, pacing away from him to better compose herself and hide the evidence she had been so thoroughly disturbed.
"Well, that's it then? No more of that glowing ink and whispered spells nonsense? Wonderful, I am going to my room then, to, um, lie down, this has been a very stressful day, yes. Quite stressful, and I-I would hate to bother you with female hysterics. I'll see you down for dinner then, in an hour or five." she stammered, gathering her skirt in her hands and walking as quickly as she could from the scene, up the stairs, and into the bedroom, where she promptly flung herself on her bed. Oh, how she regretted coming here! It was cold, wet, dreary, and that Findley man was downright unsettling! His monotone voice, unkempt appearance, and the fact that he spoke about the supernatural with such ease, as if being taken as a lunatic were none of his concern... It was frightening, and she hoped, oh how she hoped, that the storm would be merciful and let up soon, so she could go back to Carlisle just for some rest, the first few hours of being here had worn her physically and mentally!