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((Nah, not Lou. It's a butler. Lou's big, brooding and looks like a burn victim.

The Butler led Rook and Roxanna down the hall, only to be stopped by another knock. The butler made a disgruntled noise and made his way back down the hall to the door, and opened it, raising an eyebrow.
"Good morning, miss... To be honest, I have no clue who the hell you are. May I ask your business with Mister Shipp?"

Marcus' bodyguard, Lou, stepped into the hall, eying both Rook and Roxanna. Lou was a big man, almost seven feet tall. The man looked to be horribly disfigured, by fire or chemicals, his face and hands covered in scars, pits, and discoloration. He was cloaked in a heavy duster that hardly moved with him, giving indication of great weight concealed inside of it, both the coat and his heavy boots clinking and clunking with each step the giant took.
"Come. He's been shaking himself to bits over you, Roxanna. Good to see you alive, with security. Now, let's go. He's on the patio, finishing breakfast." His voice was of gravel, a slight accusation to his flat expression as he led Roxanna and Rook through the long halls of Marcus' mansion.

Lou just made a grunting noise to reply.

Once outside, they saw Marcus sitting with their back to them, wearing slippers and a fluffy bathrobe, enjoying his morning coffee, the mouthful he was currently enjoying promptly being ejected out onto the lawn at the sound of Roxanna's voice, he stood, and spun around quickly, almost dropping his cup.
"By God, you're alive! How in the blazes did you manage to not explode with your house!?"

The butler bristled, a slight redness creeping up his neck.
"No, this is where the President of India lives. I said Marcus Shipp, and that's who bloody well lives here. And a member of the Guard, or the goddamn delivery girl, it makes no difference. If he wanted you to be here, he'd have given you something to show me to let you in to see him!"

Katarina raised her head as the SUV drove past, picking out the details of where Marcus' house was located, muttering a soft curse. Once the SUV had disappeared from sight, she changed her stride to a full out run til she saw his house and slowed, stopping at the corner a block away from his mansion.

Glancing around, she went over to a fairly decent sized tree sitting down at the backside of it, facing away from Marcus' house, scanning through the peoples mental thoughts in the house til she came across the familiar one of who she'd gotten directions from following his thoughts to those of whom she was pretty sure was Marcus.

Though being taken off-guard, Olivia was not one to be insulted.

"Alright, first off, you said Mr Shipp. You never made mention of a first name, and who knows how many people there are on this island with the last name Shipp. Secondly, he gave me this-" she held the business card an inch from the man's eyes, "-so can I talk to him now? Cause I really need another smoke."

Olivia furrowed her eyebrows. She honestly had no idea where to go after that, or why she even needed to talk to Mr Shipp now that Roxanna walked right up to his front door, whatever; she'd got her victories where she could.

The Butler took the business card, noting Marcus' handwriting on the back, and gave it back to her.
"My apologies. I'll take you to the sitting room. He's talking with Miss Corey at the moment... But, I will let him know you are here, and have Lou collect you when he's done. You may smoke in there, and there's refreshments and a television, so make yourself at home."

Marcus took a deep breath, looking to face her.
"Well, to be honest, I was worried you'd think me mad if I told you why I was so worried after Nicholas was killed... His death... It couldn't have been you- It made no sense, simple as that. No motive, no want, no evidence linking it to you, just high society suspicion. Not a one of us can die without people thinking it was a vile second cousin or angry wife. However... After certain... Events in my own life, I began looking into other people having experienced some kind of change after the Phenomena. I found a handful of others, be it they themselves being strange, or through those around them being odd... Nicholas, in particular, was acting out of sorts, sometimes very erratic. Then he died. And several children vanished. All of which connected, in some way, to the Phenomena. So, when Nicholas was killed, I assumed it was connected to the disappearances around the island... When your house was destroyed, I feared the worse for you."