The noise had startled Charlie, even though for some reason she had expected it. Holding her hand up to Arthur she moved out of the kitchen with the grace of a dancer, moving past Edna as she made her way up the stairs. The short heavy hipped girl daintily moved between the taller darker stranger and Tom, the photographer. As she moved it looked as though she was submerged underwater how she flowed, finally all the weight crashing down around her as she held her injured hand before Lucian and her other hand before Tom. "Settle, settle. There is no need to harm him." Her words were clear and soothing to the ears. Her large silver eyes stared into Lucien, almost as though she could see straight to him. "He's speaking the truth, look... He even has a bag."<br/><br/>She stilled stared into his eyes, unwavering and unblinking. "You should have rang the bell at the front, you would have been more easily welcomed."