Lisa made a worried face, recognizing the voice. She lost track of what mistake number this was. Definitely not the first one. At least this one wasn't totally her fault. Solemnly, she followed where the voice came from and stepped into the dimly lit room. [color=fff200]"It's just me, Sir,"[/color] she spoke quietly and soothingly, not wanting to aggravate him or wake up anybody else. She saw he was holding up a knife, which made her heart race. However, she remained calm on the outside. Perhaps there was fear in her eyes, but with this amount of light and the distance between them he wouldn't be able to see it. She held up her empty hands to show that she hadn't taken anything, nor was she carrying a bag.

[color=fff200]"Pardon me if that creak woke you, Sir. I was merely exploring the manner, trying to commit the location of every room to memory."[/color] She smiled a bit. [color=fff200]"It really is a lovely house. Earlier I thought your study was breathtaking, but now I know that other rooms, such as the dining room, are so much more extravagant! Of course that doesn't alter how nice your study still is. I'm incredibly impressed with the..."[/color] Her voice trailed off. [color=fff200]"...sorry, I'm starting to ramble."[/color] She stepped forward again so he could see her face more clearly.