<br/>I narrow my eyes at the maid, my lip curling slightly. "What on earth makes YOU think you can speak to your guests that way? Maybe I think the attic is less likely to have irritating maids crawling through it, picking through my belongings." I stomp past the maid towards the billiards room, fuming. Who is she to question me?<br/><br/>I stalk down the hall, frowning furiously. I've lost any favor I may have gained with the maid, and I've yet to see anyone else - but hell, how can I be expected to put up with such people? I consider going back for my gun, but I'm not about to give her the satisfaction of knowing I left without something I needed. I have a knife, that should be enough.<br/><br/>I'm already kicking myself ... once again, a flash of temper has put me in a spot. My little outburst will probably have made it into the ear of everyone here by morning. Oh well, just have to deal with it. I keep my eyes peeled as I travel, examining every door, every hallway and nook. Never know what might pop up of interest. Soon I'll check out the billiards room, and see what I can find at the elevator. A way up the shaft? Unmentioned floors? At the least, I might be able to pop my head out and get an idea how high up the attic is. Not much, but it's a place to start.