The house was definitely staring at her.

She knew this, not through any normal means, but because she could feel her mind beginning to creak in that funny way it did whenever something beyond her comprehension started up. "It's not an issue," she would finally say, her French floundering a little bit from her distraction. She idly wondered how many languages she could switch between with these two, before just forgetting about it and walking up the stairs, knuckles drained white from her grip on the handbar. 

Her nose wrinkled at the scent, but she just persisted in using her nose. You didn't get used to smells by breathing through your mouth, and it [b]was[/b] important to get used to scents because otherwise you'd always be stuck breathing through your mouth. Also, it was just a lot safer to do so- your nose was designed to filter out nasties when you breathed, after all. She would cast her gaze towards where the sound was, before coughing slightly.

"Interesting sound. Tell me, this teleportion... Where am I going to be headed to, exactly?"