Stephanie smiled. Her smile was genuine and warm, the kind of smile that would set any man's cognitive functions from his brain, to his belt. She released the handle of the suitcase and left it beside the man she thought of as the stuffy butler's stupid little podium and offered him the same smile, "Watch that for me? Thanks."<br/><br/>Without a further thought for the penguine at his podium, she returned her attention to the man who'd addressed her, eyes twinkling with a spark of good humor, still smiling. "Well isn't that a shame? And I was so looking forward to seeing him..." She sighed, nodding, "You have been very kind to help me, Mr..."<br/><br/>She paused, waiting for him to fill in the blank. Without actually taking her gaze from the man, she took in the room. She smelled faint traces of gun oil, coming from all directions. She assumed each man was carrying a gun that he had recently cleaned, which meant he knew how to use it and kept it in good condition. She had noticed the door to the kitchen when she came in, but had yet to notice a staff member come through the door since entering, which she took to mean that they knew when to make themselves scarce. Taking another very brief sniff of the air, she smelled the tension... caution... almost fear, in the scents of each man around her. Thinking fast, she assessed each scent individually and did her best to memorize each one.