Evie pulled the bobby pins from the door and slipped them back into her hair before she stepped into the room and looked around, with about as much interest as a home buyer would show a studio apartment. "Aryn Manor huh?" She said to no one in particular crossing the room to look at the portraits, "Your right I doubt the front door will open." She said sounding far calmer then the other two though she like the other had a really creepy feeling about the place, though she'd loathe to admit it. Evie didn't scare over odd feelings, old stories, or gory histories, as far as she was concerned it was just a really cool old house....nothing more.<br/><br/>Evie admired the different paintings as if memorizing the faces, in truth she was. She loved old portraits and these were some old pictures of them in a history book these were the real thing, a rare treat to be sure. "I think we should look around. I doubt who ever went to all the trouble to kidnap the three of us, all in one night, in diffrent places at, diffrent times, would leave us any easy means of escape. Besides the guy is going to count on our fear." She said looking pointedly at heather for a moment "to immobilize us or at the very least slow us down."