[She's never quite seen something like this. The place looks old, almost abandoned, but for the carefully tended garden, the chickens happily clucking, and the hanging laundry. Glancing around, she wonders who would live so far out here in the middle of nowhere.
Not that she can really talk. The lodging is different, though. She shies away from the chicken and hens. Back home, animals react in fright to the scent of a vampire, and so she doesn't wish to disturb them.
Making her way up to the small cabin itself, she glances through one of the windows. Someone must be home, the scent of soap still lingers in the air. Walking carefully upon the porch, she approaches the door and gives a small knock.]