Perhaps it was because there had been moments in her life she questioned her own loyalty, or where to place it rather, Audrey was not quick to trust people. And wearing a maid uniform wouldn't magically make Abby an innocuous person in her eyes. She could be very well a dangerous woman. And the fact that she had omitted to disclose what kind of self-defence equipment she happened to possess didn't help. Audrey would argue that a guest bringing any type of weapon to the house was rather rude, if not suspicious, but others in room, including one of the hosts, didn't seem to be bothered about that.<br/><br/>"No, Ms. I've heard you rather well." The brunette started. "And I think it's quite a shame that you've chosen to disrespect that generous man by bringing weapons to his very home." After that, there wasn't much she had to say. Given that the others were deliberately ignoring her, she didn't have much to do in the parlour either, other than seeing herself out. Of course, Justina's situation meant the reading had to be postponed. However, she first had to consult Grace about it before making such an announcement. Shaking her head, Audrey left the room. "Waitress, maid…" She talked to herself, naming a pair of uniforms. "What's next? Schoolgirl?" Upon her hasty exit, her eyes could once again settle on her boss. Given the woman's soft laughter, she assumed Grace must be having a better time than her. Somewhere near her, Karl looked broad and tall, like usual, really. "Or a firefighter." While looking at him, Audrey mumbled another costume idea.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Whenever she said something to the housekeeper, the poor redhead acted as if she was about to have a heart attack. At this rate, not only for Justina, but they would need an ambulance for Rikkie as well. It was true she wasn't a very friendly person, but couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious of the girl's rather jumpy demeanour. "Alright." Grace let go of her skirt. Since the girl's rather meekly expressed explanation included Audrey as well, it convinced her to leave Rikkie alone, for a while at least. "Carry on then." Instead, her gaze found Ethan.<br/><br/>A small "thank you" followed her cousin's condolences, but that didn't stop her from expressing her frustration next. "Wrath?" Her eyes widened at Ethan, just before she rolled them. "Because I wanted to know what was happening in my house?" Technically, it was still her house, and Greg's. And for Grace, it was only natural for her to wish to be informed of what was happening in it.<br/><br/>"And Rikkie..." In the middle of her conversation with her cousin, she called out to the maid again, although her eyes remained on Ethan. "Meet me in the study after that."<br/><br/>The new arrival's request somehow didn't make her irritated. "Oh, a drink?" Rather, she found it funny. Something about she serving drinks, it made her chuckle, as if that was such a farfetched concept. As he implied, if her visage no longer made him happy, Ethan was about to be quite an unhappy person as Grace drew her face almost disturbingly close to his. "You may try the liquor cupboard." When she stopped chuckling, corners of her lips were still slightly turned up. "Unfortunately, all the good stuff is on the top shelf." Grace pulled herself back. He wasn't necessarily a short gentleman, but couldn't be said to be rather tall either.<br/><br/>The two women moved in opposite directions. Grace walked away from Karl and headed to the study, while her assistant came near him. "What happens to unknowing ladies who snoop about the wrong pace?" Audrey riddled. "They get bolder, apparently."