To some, having a person walking just behind them would have been odd.<br/><br/>To Elisa, it was just business. Simply being who she was, most didn't walk directly next to her regardless, for one reason or another. Part of it was that her father would kill anyone who looked at her wrong.<br/><br/>Now, here she was being followed by an assassin, no less, wondering to herself how her father had gotten his head around hiring one when they're the very people he despised most. She knew he was probably doing something worth while behind her, and was a bit curious...Almost asked him exactly what he was up to, until he rattled off the list of what he needed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œThe threats-the real copies if you have them-, what they said, their dates, if they are all from the same person, if they were delivered or if they ended up here by some other means, and if youâ€™ve been paying them off. Donâ€™t bother lying about any of it because it could end up killing you later if you do. I need to see your security specs, hidden cameras, alarm systems, who has the codes to disarm those systems. Anyone who you might have pissed off around the time the threats started, any attacks on you within the past 3 or 4 years, hell letâ€™s throw in really out there fan mail in case this progressed from crazed fan to someone who decided to get your attention though threatsâ€¦ and succeed evidently.â€</span><br/><br/>It wasn't as if getting those things for him would be overly hard...It was just that she wasn't the one keeping them. At least, not all of them. Her father didn't know the half of the threats made against her of late, most kept in the secret room she'd had commissioned in whilst her father was away on business. The room wasn't large, just large enough to hide her as well as any possessions she wanted kept secret. Within that room were her threats, kept in the order of their arrival (not including the ones her father had hold of).<br/><br/>As for the security specs, hidden cameras, alarm systems and the like, they were kept in the security offices scattered through the premises, a design her father had come up with. If one office was shut down, the others would pick up the slack, know the cause of the problem and/or threat immediately, and be able to act. No one had gotten around that system since its inception, and Elisa doubted she'd live to see it thwarted.<br/><br/>Her steps slowed as her thoughts moved forward. Even as her mind moved over it, she knew Alan would end up needing to see her room at some point...Perhaps there was a way to keep her little sanctuary a secret from even him? Putting on her most eloquent facial expression, her tone resumed business inflection.<br/><br/>"I can get you the threats, the ones I have in my possession. As for how most of them were delivered, I wouldn't know. They all ended up in my hands through the servants, laid to rest in a book, blew in on a breeze...The person or persons pulling this prank has thought of it all. We've gone over the security logs repeatedly to try and pinpoint who it was, but we came up with no leads at the time." At this moment, she took a breath, her eyes closing as she tried to keep herself from thinking anything telltale about her agenda. "My father has hold of some, and security has the rest. The specs for security, layout of the grounds, etc, remain in each of the security offices."<br/><br/>She turned to look at him, trying to get a read on him, his character, his quirks.<span style="font-style: italic">The sunglasses have got to go...</span>she thought to herself as resumed her usual stride. "Now, have you been apprised of the schedule of events this week?" Elisa asked, slanting a look back at him as she continued the walk.