Her home was like her labs -- clean, simplistic, and devoid of anything unnecessary. There was just enough furniture to provide ample seating should she feel the need to entertain, but her rooms were little more than storage for the massive bookcases that lined nearly every wall.
The knock that echoed hollowly through her home came unexpectedly, the warmonger having settled down with a glass of pinot grigio and some new text she had recently acquired. She hadn't been anticipating any guests, and the few who might grace her doorstep would never do so without letting her know ahead of time.
It was a puzzling thing.
Padding down the short length of hallway with her glass yet in hand, Alex was more curious than worried, wondering what waited behind the closed door that was so important to disturb her at the current hour. But it was the sight of her brother haunting her doorstep with an old friend in tow. It was enough to bring an honestly amused smile to the Goddess' lips.
"Take that thing down to the basement. I just had my carpets cleaned." Draining the remainder of her glass as she turned away from Karl, Alex wandered back to where she was sitting moments before, carefully placing a bookmark between the pages and sliding the book into it's spot on the shelves.
The basement in question was little better than a hollow box of concrete, a simple lining of shelves and cabinets along one wall, a cot lining the opposite and a small card table with a couple chairs. No windows, no room for sound to escape.