Walking through her doubled, wooden doors, Eleanor entered her office, making a noise that sounded to be between a groan of tiredness, and a sigh of relief. Maybe after this one last issue, she would, at least, get some rest for the night; after having to go through an experience like that, the blonde wasn't sure if sitting awake was even a good thing. She needed to get this over with before retiring for the night. 

Moving to her desk, Miss Guthrie didn't sit down, but rather stand on the other side, where the chair was. She took notice upon Vane in attendance, and the first thing she wondered was if there was a reason for the big oaf to stay. They were in the middle of a conversation before [i]this[/i] even happened. Plus, in truth, Charles Vane was very considerate of her wellbeing, so it was hard to even get the barbarian out of her sight, in a way; she didn't believe there to be a "special" reason for him to do so. If he ever claimed that he cared, she denied it -- since Eleanor was very self-centered, and slightly immature towards any matter, she can't see the limitations and costs behind her determination. 

The blonde broad tiredly looked from her henchman, towards the girl before her. By the looks of, what seems to be, her tarnished, upper-class nightdress, she didn't seem to be from around here. In spite of Miss Guthrie coming from a wealthy family herself, this type of attire wasn't new to her. But, the last time she checked, there were no known upperclassmen within New Providence, so she [b]definitely[/b] wasn't from around here. Nor did she look like any of Nassau's prostitutes. "What's your name?", she asked, directly albeit tiredly.