Lea was about to resign herself to continuing on their odd little journey but the bookish she was ready to ignore showed a snarky side that both amused and annoyed her.  But she listened as he continued, recognizing the educated arrogance typical of many first year grad students.  He was a pompous one, inflated with his own high opinion of himself, it reflexively made her want to look for a pin to pop his swelling ego.<br/><br/>"Yes please continue..."  She goaded him on, asking if she was absolutely hanging on his every word.  Watching his eyes follow her curves gave her own ego a boost, especially as they lingered upon her chest.<br/><br/>She laughed confidently at his comment about her having many friends.  "You're half right sport.  I'm new in town so I don't have many friends here."  But there was no request for pity in her voice and she turned toward their guide.  "But I am very friendly."  She winked at the dark haired modern day witch wannabe, having more than her fill of the cerebral know it alls of the world.<br/><br/>Her attention shifting back to the boy as he began to talk into a tape recorder.  She gave the guide a 'can you believe this' look with a shrug of her shoulders.  Wondering if he was putting on an act for them.<br/><br/>When a fourth member of their party was mentioned it became clear both the others knew more about what was going on than she had learned from the warden.  She was going into this rather blind, but had she believed what the other two knew about the mansion there was zero chance she would have proceeded a step closer.<br/><br/>'Nightmare?' Lea smiled to herself, their witch guide certainly knew how to play this thing up for maximum affect.  She guessed it was part of the show, she might have made a snide remark to Mr. Tape Recorder but he had seemed just a bit too eager for all this and she didn't want to spoil his fun.<br/><br/>Lea had certainly seen more enthusiastic acting from a guide than what Jamie was putting on, but the cloud covering the moon at just that moment did give her a chill.  She found herself angling a bit close towards 'tape recorder' even if he didn't seem the chivalrous type.  She did a little acting herself, pretending to stumble in her heels, as an excuse to grab his arm and pull it close.  Close enough he would feel the swell of her breast against his bicep.  "You don't mind do you?"  She asked, willingly letting her uncertainty be heard in her voice.  She was at least considerate enough to not commandeer his tape recorder hand so he could at least take his notes.  She didn't care to admit she was old enough to have used such a device herself back in the day.