Effie had been sitting in her chair for some time now, perhaps for the longest out of all of those in the room. She didn't mind though. She had been - and still was - entertaining herself with tea and biscuits, which were rather good. For the first time in much too long, the Dalraan heir was out of the house, and without her father, too. It was nothing short of a miracle, that the contracts would be called in while he was so unwell.

Effie had been quietly observing the others in the room as they came in (rather unsubtly), staring at them with her wide grey eyes. She hadn't had any expectations, but she wasn't disappointed. When Arinne entered, tailed by a girl with odd silver hair, Effie smiled and waved at them, before going back to her tea. She sat there and listened for a minute or two before she finally spoke up.

"I think you can, in some places. Oh! But you should look it up, just in case," Effie said, smiling. She leaned over to pick up another biscuit (how many had she had now?). "But yes, I would like to know some more details. You see, I don't really know much of this 'Jack the Ripper' either."

This, however, was not because of flights or foreigners. As a matter of fact, Effie had lived in London for a lot of her life. She had a much simpler, though somewhat embarrassing, excuse: no one had told her about it.