The walk to what would become her new abode was a slow one, a quiet one, not looking forward to her new life of solitude and protective confinement. Each step was almost dragging, her eyes taking in her surroundings with a sort of morbid reverence as she figured she'd not be leaving the new room much, unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br/>Just outside of the room, she looked back at him, eyes hesitant as she reached the door before steeling herself, hand resting on the knob. "What's your protocol on entering rooms for the first time?" Elisa asked, genuinely curious and not wanting to step on his toes anymore than she had to. "Do you go in first? Do I go in? Do I wait outside?" Truth be told, she felt a little stupid having to ask to enter her own room, but she figured, after the display, better safe than sorry.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">"I'll go in first check everything out. Once that's complete, you follow in behind me. Shouldn't really be needed with this particular room but might as well get into the habit." Alan approached the door one hand on his blaster.</span><br/><br/>Nodding, she stepped back from the door, allowing him access. Eyes taking in the blaster, she thought it wouldn't be necessary, given the room was sealed closed and had been for ages; Being an emergency room only, most forgot it existed. Their servants didn't clean it, and it was off limits to most, so she figured it'd be safe. In the back of her mind, a thought resounded that questioned if it were really safe, but Elisa quickly dismissed it, knowing it would be safer than any other place she could stay currently.<br/><br/>When his check was complete, she wandered inside, taking in the long-forgotten room that she'd not seen since she was a child. Given the lack of dust, she figured her father had to have changed the procedure for dealing with it, keeping it clean and such, but assumed it was kept to a small list of people. "So...what now?" she pressed, stopping by the chaise as her eyes slid over the plain walls, already lamenting the loss of windows.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">Alan shrugged looking around the area noting the lack of dust. "Well... I have to get started memorizing the layout of this place and looking over plans for tomorrow. But I have time between now and then. Anything in particular you want to do or need?"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Need?...Nothing that I really need other than a change of clothing for later, though even that's more of a want than a need...And clothing for tomorrow, that's a need. But other than that...</span>Her thoughts ran away with her for a moment as she ran down her checklist. "I don't really need anything, no, not at present. I'll need some things for tomorrow, and...Not to add to your list, but I figure you'll want to check people out before they come in? Like...my attendants that dress me and make me up for each day, and those that do such for events... Or am I assuming too much?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">He nods staring at a particular spot on a wall. "No you're right I'll have to check them as well. They're getting to you somehow." His thoughts drifted back to the room and he remembered the paper her grabbed from the floor. Alan reached into his pocket and produced the paper. "Though... would you care to explain what this secret room they mentioned is?"</span><br/><br/>Her stomach sort of plummeted for a moment; Considering that someone was getting to her somehow, even if it was people she trusted, she could do...But the room, that was her secret. Or, she thought it was. She started to pace as she figured out how to explain it, knowing Alexander wasn't going to like the explanation she had to give. "Well, to put it simply, I need to get away from people, from everything, every now and then. We all do; We being my family." Words pausing again, she smoothed her hands over her dress in a nervous tick, changing directions before continuing. "I've a secret room in my bedroom that I can escape to. It's not overly big, holding a few of my personal effects, a chair...I go in there to read and hide from advisers a lot of the time...It's just off of my closet."<br/><br/>Glancing over at him, she halted in her pacing, taking up more of a business tone in her final words. "While I realize it's inconvenient and will end up making your job harder, there are rooms...passages...that aren't on any blueprints. They were added in as a precaution for the family, and my father didn't want anyone knowing the existed unless necessary."<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">Alan resisted the urge to groan. "So there are no records of all the tunnels anywhere?"</span><br/><br/>"Nowhere," she replied to that without hesitation. "The only people that know where each of these rooms and passage ways are, are my family and those my father deems trustworthy." Saying it aloud, and thinking about it from his point of view, she felt it stupid now; No records anywhere was rather ridiculous, but, at the time, she'd agreed with them, even if she were a mere child.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">He nodded thinking for a moment. "Any idea about how many people know the tunnels?"</span><br/><br/>"Well, I know that only two people around me know of the tunnels," came her reply after a moment of thought. "But as for whom my father has told...I can't be certain...Maybe ten outside the family at most, and they're security personnel."<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">"And you know your way around all of them?"</span><br/><br/>"I'd assume so. I don't know why my father would have passages I wouldn't know about given they're for our safety."<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">"Any chance you could show me when we have the time?"</span><br/><br/>"Just let me know when, and I'll show you," she agreed, annoyed with standing so she sat on the chaise, crossing her legs at the ankles and clasping her hands in her lap. "...Is tomorrow really going to be that impossible?" It was a sporadic question, sure, asked with hesitance and her voice dropped a decibel lower than it was, but she had to ask.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">Alan looked over at her watching her actions carefully and catching the tone in her voice. "Not impossible. Pain in the ass to be sure. But not impossible." While  it was going to be harder than he made it sound, he wasn't going to whine and complain about anything. He was used to pulling all nighters.</span><br/><br/>The longer she sat there, the more exhaustion started to kick in. She'd not realized how tired she was, but she guessed the fire display had taken more out of her than she thought. Stifling a yawn with the back of her hand before looking up at him with bleary, blood shot eyes. "...Did you need anything else for the time being? I'm...I'm tired."<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">Alan shook his head and smiled slightly. "No I'm good. You go sleep."</span><br/><br/>Seeing his slight smile caught her off-guard, but she nodded, rising from the couch in a bit of a body roll, half-stretching as she moved before gliding passed him. It wasn't until she was in what she'd claimed as her room that she stopped, looking back at him for a moment. "...Thank you." Simple words, but held a deeper emotion for her. He was here to keep her safe, even if she didn't think it was entirely necessary; A thankless job, given his employer. And, while she may be difficult every now and then, every day she was still breathing was a day she could help her people, so she owed him for that. "I'm a relatively light sleeper...so if you find you need something...let me know. I won't be down for too long, I don't think..."<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">"I'll be fine. Don't worry about it. Get some rest, you'll need it."</span><br/><br/>With a nod at his words, she wandered into her room, door closing behind her before fairly dropping on the bed, not even bothering with her covers. She made it onto the pillows, her shoes falling off the moment her feet left the floor, curling up with her comforter as she drifted off. Within moments, she was out cold, completely under, dreams moving to the inevitable gathering the following night and how many things could go wrong.