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"It's okay." Travis said, though he really wanted to say I doubt she would give a s**t. and it showed briefly in his eyes.

Yuzuki turned quickly and joined Hanabi. She had caught that mixture of sadness and irritation that crossed Travis' face.

Sangre gazed at Travis for a moment before stepping forward and taking his neck in a loose hug.

"Thanks for letting us stay, Travis," she breathed softly to him. "You're the best."

Then she pulled away and grinned at him.

"So mind giving us a tour? And showing me the bathroom?" She chuckled, shivering slightly. Big houses like that were usually always cold. "I need to dry off."

"No problem... and there are bathrooms all over the place... depends on where you guys want to see first." Travis said.

"Anywhere is fine, you can choose," Hanabi said, smiling. Though the mansion is really cool and she wanted to run around and explore the whole place, she was doing her best to be careful and not make Travis feel uncomfortable.

"Umm... well, we have almost everything you can think of here... I guess maybe the theatre first... or maybe the pool hall?" Travis suggested.

A whole mass of smells entered Sangre's nose, but she was so used to such happenings, that she masked her interest quite nicely. She could smell everything in the house.

Travis mainly lived in the mansion, and he lived mostly on the lower story, but she had a feeling his room was on the second story, if not the third. A woman's scent - probably his mother's - was faint and only in traces, lingering most heavily in the living room and upper story, where her bedroom probably was. Dust was heavy in the air, and Sangre resisted the urge to sneeze. The kitchen smelled especially dusty, signaling that it wasn't used much at all. The only rooms that seemed lived in downstairs were the living room and the library, which she could tell it was a library by the smells of all the old, leather-bound books, possibly antiques.

But, above all else, the house smelled cold. Like there was no love in the air, no warmth. She smelled a deep, penetrating sadness in every wall of the house.

It made her sad.

But she was a good actress.

Smiling, she allowed Travis to make his decision.

"I guess then that would be the theater..." Travis said.