<strong>"Follow me, I'll fetch you something..."</strong>She moved along with him, plainly on the route to the kitchen. At his comment, her smile waned slightly,<strong>"Ah but family fortunes are meant to be squandered by the young, or in my case the younger. Tis still fine when you walk the right path though, I have a few roommates who keep the place in order for me, as well they can..."</strong>She'd walk ahead, but always keep an eye on him. It wasn't long before they found the kitchen. While it had obviously seen better days, this room was sturdy and a little more lively, flowers and a warm yellow overhead light keeping it bearable. He'd see a few other mysterious objects here; a box which lit up inside, emitted cold and held within numerous items with colorful labels. He saw eggs, distinctly placed inside. Odd, they must be spoiled. She pulled one of these along with a pack of what seemed to be red meat from inside, and closed the box. Another box heated up when she fiddled with it, one surface becoming hot as a forging iron. Apparently it worked as an oven, because each item she began to cook over it on a skillet.<br/><br/>Just then, more sound would come from further down the hallway; towards the bedrooms. Footsteps grew louder and louder, until a figure appeared in the opposite door. Dark skin met Kinnard's eyes, as well as sharply glowing gold/brown mottled eyes. Unlike his guides, this one's body was hardly hidden, openly displaying toned flesh, wide hips and an ample chest only delicately obscured beneath a pale blue garment which might hardly count as a night gown; in fact it was blatantly transparent in some places.<br/><br/><strong>"Ay' Bridget, didn't think you'd come back so-..."</strong>As her eyes found him, her casual flaunting stance stiffened. Immediately she his herself, an irritated look crossing her face,<strong> "Wasn't aware you had a guest, sorry,"</strong>As her gaze continued to coat him, he could see the tension grow. She recognized him immediately. He could just barely hear claws digging into wood on the other side of the door. Another set of footsteps came too, but the girl quickly halted whomever they belonged too with an outstretched hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm, you girls sleep well...?"</strong>'Bridget' asked, casting a curious glance over her shoulders, "He's a little lost, so I've offered him a place to stay. Everything alright?"<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, fine..."</strong>The girl said, speaking sharply,<strong>"... Just tell us when he leaves,"</strong>She turned, seeking to leave. The werewolf whispered something to her companion, coaxing her back down the aisle.<br/><br/><br/>--- Unless Kinnard chooses to interject ---<br/><br/><strong>"... Sorry about them, they like their privacy I'm afraid,"</strong>She smiled fondly, straightening,<strong>"I guess y'know my name now. I'm Bridget, mistress of the ol' manor on ninth. May I ask yer' name?"</strong>