The soft voices beyond the door startled Jonathan, ink splattering across the page of his journal mid-message. Mina would probably be worried, but... he turned in his chair to watch the door, frowning and uncertain what to do.
Dracula had told him not to leave the room, but opening the door shouldn't be an issue, right? The castle had seemed so cold and empty before, not a servant or staff in sight, so he was curious who could be calling on him so late. They didn't sound like intruders or thieves, and they knew his name, so perhaps the Count herself sent them up to check in on him. He could see what they wanted and then send them away so he could turn in for the night. But it'd be rude to outright ignore his visitor.
Making his way across the room, Jonathan opened the door, expecting a maid perhaps? He had said he didn't need anything, but, oh, no, these women weren't dressed as maids at all and Jonathan stared quite longer than he meant between the two white-clad women, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "Uh," was all he could manage. "Aren't you cold?"