That is startles Erin for a moment before she visibly remembers and laughs. "We didn't have guests here, no. Not even involuntary ones. Straight from the attack to the client, every time, but...oh hey."

It's a living room, mostly. When they get near it a gramophone turns itself on and starts playing Spooky Scary Skeletons, which puts a bitter smile on Erin's face.

"Galley is that way, cooks the food itself. Poorly, but it does. Armory is empty, but..."

Erin gestures at a stack of dog-eared fantasy books on the table. Most still have price labels on.