Aldrea

Vera hissed as the sink sprayed water at her, obviously needing to be fixed. Now she shirt was soaked through and this woman was laughing at her. She whipped around with eyes that could start fires. “Oh, shut up,” she hissed. “You could have told me what was going to happen, but you went with vague, don’t act like you were helping.”

-- & Pissing off anyone is not in her best interest, yet it comes nearly as a second nature type of thing; clearly. Which is most certainly why Drea found herself attracted to the Anserini's life style in the first place, and look at where that had gotten her? "I told you not to turn the tap on, vague as it is -- I had best intentions." Did she though? Probably not.

     there was so much to this place, she couldn’t be faulted for getting distracted while walking around. she hadn’t heard the other speak up when she had warned her about the plant she was going to collide into but it couldn’t have worse. at least she hadn't broken the vase it was in. instead only getting some dirt onto the bottom of her shirt. “i was distracted. it’s fine. just dirt.” she said, trying to dust it off herself.

-- & Just dirt. "Mhmmm but see -- if you had broken it, chances are someone would have rang your neck." Drea's shoulders lift into a shrug as she readjusts herself. "A vase being broken, or even chipped sure as shit isn't a big deal to anyone normal but to them?" A hand gestures around them, uncomfortable chuckle leaving her lips. "It's the end of the world."

Wyatt’s hand reached out to catch the vase that his elbow had nicked off the corner of the side table. After placing it back on the surface, further inward, the man grimaced at the woman’s words. “Well I had assumed with how charming this decor is, someone would know how to place the items correctly.”

-- & Charming and Anserini didn't go hand in hang; despite this mans words. "Right." Drea mutters with a nod, leaning further back in her position. "We're dealing with natural born killers, not interior decorators."

They eyed the profile of the woman that had joined them, glad that she had elected to stay across the room instead of coming over to join them. They had no idea if this woman had been captured, like them, or if she was watching over someone of her own, and that’s what bothered them so badly. “Yeah, it is pretty quiet. I haven’t been out to the stables, so I don’t know what they’re like, but you’re the first person to come in here for the past hour and a half that I’ve been sitting here.”

-- & Shoulders lift into a soft shrug as she continues to scan over the books, finger slowly moving across spines as she goes. "I find a lot of the time people ignore the library -- too busy with..." Sigh leaves, "Killing or...whatever. Basically if you need a place to settle your nerves, it's the library."

Natalie had finally managed to convince the gang member watching after them to let them wander around the clubhouse. They had only been there for a little over a week, but to them it felt like it had been years, mostly due to the ever present withdrawal symptoms. They were incredibly irritable, which had lead to them having to stay in their captor’s room, but things had settled down, though how long that would last had yet to be seen. As it was, they had been given express direction to stay in the more public areas of the clubhouse. So, Natalie found themself in the library. Though they weren’t much of a reader, the peace and quiet was comforting, until they heard footsteps coming closer. “I’m just sitting here. That’s not a crime, is it?” they asked, not bothering to look up.

-- & Saying she hadn't expected to find anyone else wihtin the confines of the library would be naive given how many members of the gang remained within the club house, or their lasted VICTIMS; and yet there's still surprise lingering upon fair features as she takes in the others apperance. "No, it's not." Is what she finally settles on though she doesn't move closer to the other, instead turning to continue her attention to the book shelf she'd been eyeing, checking the spines of the books. "It's quieter in here than any other part of the house -- unless you count the stables, I guess."