Snippet #1057202

Kit heard the woman's voice, this time without the tinny interference of the mechanical box, and decided she rather liked it. Walking towards the sound, she got close enough that she assumed she would be visible.

Smiling softly, she decided to speak. "Hello," she began tentatively. "Welcome. My name is Katherine Wilson, but you should call me Kit." She ducked her head a little in greeting, and Bastet mewed softly before jumping down and proceeding to rub up against Amunet's legs. "Sorry," Kit apologized. "She's quite affectionate..."

Unsure what to say next, she moved past her guest to poke her head out the front door. Able to tell that there were two other people nearby (one of whom she was sure was the woman she'd greeted earlier on her trek up to the mansion), she called out to them. "Hello? You're free to join us. We have food and supplies," she added as an afterthought. It never really occurred to her that there could be a reason to refuse, or that one of these people might not have benevolent intentions. To be trusting was part of Kit's nature.

Norman, she thought at her butler, unsure over what distance his limited telepathy would work, could you please make sure we have three guest rooms available? There was no reason they shouldn't, but it could not hurt to check, just in case.

Miss Katherine, she heard in her mind, I really must protest. We do not know who these people are. The words held a mental tone of resignation, though, and Kit knew there was no need to respond. Norman was like that, always concerned for her, but in the end, he generally allowed her her freedom anyway.

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Norman sighed to himself. sometimes, he wished his employer were not so altruistic. It made his job all the harder. He had to protect her from possible threats, and she'd just let three more waltz into the estate. not to mention the fact that she could not know him as anything other than the affable butler, a role he'd played for many years now, but one that became difficult with times as dire as they were.

Still, none of the visitors were having particularly loud thoughts, which he knew meant that they did not intend his charge harm, for the immediate present. It was likely that the presence of other would keep them from attempting anything as well. Were they smart, they would be too wary of the others to try anything funny.

He quickly checked the rooms, then placed a hand over the gun well-concealed to even his newly-enhanced sight, as if to assure himself that it was still there. Hastening down the stairs to the foyer, he noted that only one of their guests had made it inside thus far, a young woman who appeared to be of Egyptian or Middle Eastern descent, currently being accosted by Kitty's feline companion.

"Welcome, Miss. Please, feel free to make yourself at home," he greeted, bowing and gesturing to the living room door.