Most of the mansion seemed to be out at this battle-of-the-bands thing that had been randomly announced. Emma had declined to go, and was now using the time to explore more of the mansion. So much easier to do when there were fewer minds to listen to.
She'd been actively blocking because there were so many that weren't shielded at all, she'd been developing headaches.
What she really needed, she decided, was a drink. A large, stiff drink.
Very large.
Emma pushed open the door, then cursed quietly. She'd been blocking and hadn't realized the room was already occupied.