The door of the car is closed and the driver pulls away, leaving them on the walkway.  Placing his hand gently on the small of her back Gordon begins to guide her toward the door.<br/><br/>Answering her question on the way he says, "Because we talked earlier and I sent her here, where else would she be?"  The comment is matter of fact, no arrogance really, merely stating what he expected.<br/><br/>When they get to the door he reaches for the handle and opens it, the large foyer with low lighting ahead, a rather grand stairwell up each side to a hallway above.   Ahead is a open area, chairs and tables scattered about it, giving the impression of a gentlemans club of old where the men would sit with cigars and a drink discussing the days events.<br/><br/>He does not give her time to take it all in though, shutting the door behind them and pointing off to the left, a doorway partially open, the brighter light of that room spilling out into the foyer.  His hand placed again on her back, not pushing her, a subtle guide, leading her to the room her sister should be in, or would be soon.