Emily had been standing at the door and she looked back where the inspectors were happily taking tea.  She knew better than to go up those stairs and find her brother.  If something was still in this house, if that darkness came back, she did not want to be caught alone.  As they finished off their tea, she grew furious.  There had been much bellowing and screaming and they....just sat there.  Decided, she stormed over to the younger inspector and took his teacup from him.  Whether he was about to sip from it or not she didn't care.<br/><br/>"You sir?  Did you not hear.  How can you sit there so calmly stuffing your face with biscuits.  Take statements, indeed," she exclaimed, her voice a tremble.  She glared at the older gentleman and then to the younger.  Who she had to admit was quite striking.  She shook her thoughts and placed her hands upon her hips.  "Do something.  My brother could be in danger, did you not hear?"<br/><br/>She had gone beyond hysterics, her ire keeping her more sane than any weeping would have.  She didn't know what else to do.  So she just glared, which was beginning to look more like a pout.  Her features were to innocent bordering on smoldering.  She would never be able to get the look of evil down pat like some women could.  "Well, do your job and investigate or will you have a defenseless woman do your job for you?"<br/><br/>She was almost satisfied with that remark.  Should hit them in their egos.