Vanessa didn't like the idea of skulking around any more than she needed to... but perhaps this was definitely a time when she needed to. Her mind was reeling at the revelation still. "That's... probably a good idea," she said quietly. She followed Pete outside, her arms crossing defensively around her chest as if fighting off some cold, despite the warmth outside. She took the seat across from the table, not settling into it but perched nervously on the very end, looking as though she might take off at any moment. She took a deep breath to steady herself.
Though the idea of smoking hadn't appealed to her at all when he mentioned it, now that Mister Wisdom was smoking and offered Vanessa one, the copycat couldn't keep from reaching out to take one. It wouldn't be her first, but definitely the first one she'd smoke around the mansion. Her copycatting might have been seen as a symptom of her powers, but she had developed that coping mechanism long before her powers manifested. She held the cigarette like she knew what she was doing, but it was only as she was bringing it to her lips that she realized she had nothing to light it with - and that Pete Wisdom hadn't brought out a lighter for his. Instincts took over, and she instantly filed away the information of the small insight to his powers, even if she now had no outlet for that information she kept stored. She held the cigarette out hopefully while he collected himself in smoking silence.
She kept her eyes trained steadily on him, not distracted at all by the firefly. Another testament to her training in the arts of observation. She liked that word much better than spying. "I hope it doesn't come out," she said with an open honesty in her words. "They haven't exactly welcomed Laura or myself with open arms." She shifted forward just a little more on the patio chair, now perched on the last metal bar. She would have flipped it if her long legs weren't planted on the ground. "This is becoming sort of a haven for us though, I suppose. You make three. I think." Now she would be constantly second-guessing herself.
She shook her head a little, tapping at her forehead. "I'm glad... you got out of there, but that wasn't my first worry when I asked. I don't think they need any person to keep tabs." Her head was still killing her. The talk though... she had hopes for the talk, that maybe speaking with someone else who knew things from the other side could help her sort things out. "How did you get out? How'd you get in in the first place? I... Er, sorry. If... if it's okay to ask..." She started faltering again.