Butler
He hummed thoughtfully, beginning to slowly step towards the kitchen. "Oh, decades. I'm quite the veteran - or relic, if you prefer - but I enjoy it."
It took him all of a minute to come back, gracefully setting down a new glass of chilled tea on the table before her, and pick up the conversation.
"And you, Ms? You seem young enough to not have settled deeply into any one activity, if you'll pardon my assumption, but I see some experience in you."
Henry
Like any normal person, the detective's composure was jolted into an uneasy jump in place by the sudden appearance of an imposing (and yet comically disheveled) person in the middle of the room. Proper, instinctive retreat was only prevented through the relative crampness the living room had assumed, with the casualness of its newest arrival a disconcerting contrast.
With his attention dwindled, the focus of the demon underneath shattered. Whatever engine lurked beneath the girl's skin couldn't completely trick his eyes anymore, but he had been pulled off his efforts before he could get a whole picture of what he was looking at.
Right then however, a chance to escape presented itself with the suggestion of the subject of his interest. He honed in on it as a man desperately seeking some shelter in an insane situation, and the unchained calculated. It was an opportunity, and a significant risk. But danger had already risen exponentially in this scene. He had to change the circumstances soon and leave, regardless.
"R...right, that sounds good," He answered, awkwardly stepping away from the other two people in the room and following her.
