Lucy followed Susan, equal parts grateful not to have to drag her suitcase and awed by the house. "Uh," she said, stopping to drop into the comfortable chair with a satisfied groan. "I don't know where to start," she said honestly. "Everything's happening so fast. I've got a meeting with Richard Summerby tomorrow. I mean, I think it's a meeting and not a job interview, though I did send him my CV."
Food was definitely high on Lucy's list of things she needed - much higher than a tour, which could wait until her feet didn't hurt quite so much. "Coffee?" she asked hopefully. "And then I'll help with some food, if you haven't eaten." At least that way she could sit down for five minutes first.
She was just debating how to broach the topic of her family when what appeared very like a ball of white fluff bounded into the room and turned to stare at Lucy. "Hi, Shadow," she said, holding out a hand as the dog came closer. She'd never had a dog, her mum was more a cat person, but she liked them well enough. "Aren't you friendly." She scratched Shadow's nose and smiled. "You need to stay far, far away from my nice clean black suit, though."