Upon being dragged away from to sofa, Audrey lent an ear to what the woman had to say about the situation. If she were Grace, that probably wouldn't be the case, but Audrey didn't interrupt the woman as Abby put her doubts into words, in a rather discontented manner at that. "You're trying to give someone a heart massage whose heart is beating." Audrey tried to summarise what she thought. Justina no longer seemed to be suffering from strong contractions, or necessarily showing signs of a nearing labour. Similar to how she had suggested that the pregnant woman should rest upstairs, she would have asked her to move downstairs in case of a tornado. With squinted eyes, she continued. "You're telling me that you're in possession of items that may physically harm the people in this very house?" Audrey asked, her voice not necessarily quiet.<br/><br/>"Rikkie, I believe it would be best if you showed Abby where you keep the blankets instead." From the blonde who sat where Justine lay, she shifted her gaze to the redhead. "Until we make sure she doesn't have any tools on her person that could pierce, cut, crush or shock." In the absence of Karl, being the only other man, a glance thrown at Greg implied she expected him to carry out this little search. Though she herself would be happy to help. For someone who seemed to criticise Karl for taking orders from her sister, he was quick to do the same for another woman as he carried things into the parlour.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Part of the reason she treated Karl the way she did was the fact that he had been originally planted into her business, and her private life to some extent, by her father. And it was no secret how much she loved defying Marcus. Whether that was supposed to be the case or not, she had initially seen him as a pair of eyes that worked for her father. Eyes that would let him see where he couldn't look. In time, this had changed. Her father was now dead, and instead of his eyes, he had become his daughter's hand instead. His own hands were on her waist at the time, not in a display of his muscles, but his affection. She doubted it was the mention of her shoes what tempted him into a kiss, but Grace returned it and allowed the man to sample the taste of her red lips. Teasing him wasn't merely about ensuring her influence on him, but it was something she enjoyed.<br/><br/>The list of people who were allowed to test how pleasant her butt might feel was rather short. Luckily, she didn't mind having these particular pair of hands on her hips, and enjoyed the spontaneously applied pressure that slightly reshaped her coy cheeks. If the feel of said orbs would trigger something in his trousers, Grace would be able to feel it as well while her body pressed against him. And she was haughty enough to be certain he was filled with urges that didn't only revolve around stealing a kiss.<br/><br/>"I won't be doing it here, Karl." When she was once again able to talk, Grace suggested. "It's my mother's room." Omitting to mention her father, she explained. Fortunately, including the one she used to stay, there were more bedrooms. Slipping out of the man's gentle hold, Grace walked up to the door. Since she had no reason to doubt he hadn't inspected the building properly, she figured she could join her guests. "Oh…" In the doorway, the woman paused. "I should think you could squeeze harder than that."