"I'm not sure." Elizabeth answered with a small wriggle of her nose, dragging her fingers over the books that'd been in a nearby bookcase as if there were dust on them, though even when she pulled back to look at her fingers, they were clean, the books spotless, which she found increasingly strange the longer she stayed, though the feeling towards herself wasn't as eerily a feeling as it was.. Homely. She'd spent years growing up in this house when it still had much the same sense about it, and it simply brought comfort, for the most part at least. The only part that wasn't as comforting was from the strange feeling of being watched that she couldn't shake off no matter how many times she actually and literally shrugged as if it'd shake the feeling away.<br/><br/>"But I'm sure we'll find something." When she wandered into the kitchen, the light had already flickered on as if it'd been flipped on by another of some sort. What surprised her even more was to find a plate of cookies on the counter by the stove, still hot as if freshly baked, and not only that but when she opened the fridge it was stocked with food, all of which her grandmother would've kept in store. She made a slight face at herself, taking one of the cookies cautiously as she inspected it, but even when she tasted it it tasted fresh and soft, almost melting in her mouth while she had to prevent herself from murmuring anything.<br/><br/>"Uh... Cookie?" She questioned Aleksey slowly, beckoning for him to come into the kitchen as well if he hadn't already, then casually offering him a cookie as if she'd made them within seconds. "Here. Taste." She wanted to see if it was just her that found the cookies tasted exceptionally well.