Audrey had spent some time updating her notes after her morning with Christian, doing some more observation of the people downstairs and jotting down whatever came to mind. This was, after all, still the very early stages of the operation; one never knew what tiny detail might become important later. Audrey wanted to finish the week with a general idea of everyone's schedule, where they spent most of their days, who they were interacting with and what temperament they seemed to have. It would allow her to tailor her behavior to each person so as to avoid closing down any potential friendly relationships too quickly.
She'd taken a brief break to head over to the laundry room for lunch, but instead of eating there or the common room, she'd taken a small plate back to her room and ate while watching downstairs and jotting in her notebook. Grabbing the plate to return to the laundry room, Audrey slid her shoes back on and left her room, shutting and locking the door behind her as was becoming habit.
She saw the man pacing around, but ignored him for the second it took to go drop her dish off at the dumbwaiter, grab a refill on her tea, and come back. "Hello," she greeted then, in the interests of being polite. "Damon, was it?" He'd been... interesting... at the viewing party.