Audrey glanced up at the sound of another door closing; she spotted the girl just before she spoke. Around her own age, a little taller, though it was hard to gauge accurately with the heels the woman wore. Good taste, though, if seasonally inappropriate. Looked expensive, too, and Audrey was good at picking out quality when she saw it. Useful both when she'd been picking her own clients and later, the years she'd spent with William. Thinking about his death still sent a pang through her, anger and grief both. But she just had to make it through the year. One year and revenge would be hers.
Sliding her key in her pocket, Audrey flashed a friendly smile and headed in her direction so they wouldn't have to shout at each other. "It's gorgeous," she confirmed, her accent marking her as foreign as her new housemate was. "All silver and purple. Very restful." Her bedroom back home, by contrast, had been very modern and fairly minimalist, all black furniture and varying shades of green. It was an interesting contrast to the antiques this place seemed to be made of. "I wonder if the furniture is authentic or reproductions?" she mused.
Despite the easy conversation, Audrey was sizing up what was essentially her teammate, likely a future competitor once pickings became slim - but Audrey wasn't stupid enough to close herself off to any potential alliance, at least not at first. It would depend entirely on how useful the others on this floor were. This woman looked soft - pretty, certainly, and in decent shape, but the kind of shape that came mostly from good genetics, a rich upbringing, and time in the gym. It would be easy to write her off as a useless rich girl, but Audrey herself was a prime example of how very misleading an impression like that could be.
"Audrey Devine," she introduced as she got close enough to hold out a hand in greeting. "Pleasure to meet you."