She was not expecting the landing, not that she'd been expecting the sudden flight, else she would have worn something a little less...uncomfortable for flight. She knew where they were, or could at least guess, and brushing out her cloak she shook out her hair slightly and followed him inside.
At the few candles, her brow rose, and she crossed her arms. He lacked the grace of a gentleman and had the subtly of an ape- if that was the point of the candles. Perhaps he was not such the puzzle she thought he was....
"I have had the wrong impression from the moment I met you Mister Baddock." She said, however, a tone of sarcasm to her voice; hands reaching up to the clasp of her cloak she undid it and rather unceremoniously, and thoroughly bluntly held it out to him, her face stony- though a curved brow raised in almost defiance.