Claire had never worn anything so exquisite before herself, but she was doing her best not to stare, having not forgotten her manners. Being ogled like some sort of oddity was probably the last thing Aurora wanted. She was still a person, after all, a young woman around Claire's own age. Her attention moved to taking a look around the house as she stepped inside.
The house didn't look too different from her own, she noted, and her attention was drawn to the antique items. She couldn't be sure, of course, but she had a small guess that those belonged to Aurora. Some of Claire's belongings had arrived in Lincoln River with her, including the red and white VW bus parked out front that very moment.
"I can explain everything I know," she began, "but I'm not exactly sure where to start. Is there something more pressing you're wondering about? A specific question I can answer?"