Vaughn shook her head, recovering with a gentle fan of whitebone fingers against a wine flushed cheek. Giving Ella a perturbed slant of her gaze when yet another inquisition came barreling her way. "Me? No. I don't know nearly anyone in the building."
Sinking back into the comfort of her chair, she eyed Ed. "Someone died a few weeks ago, I'm sure the building is just getting their stories mixed up now."