Relief and recognition swelled in tandem, for it was Vanessa after all. When the knock returned gently from the other side of the little wooden door, Victor took a step back with head tilted. Perturbed until she spoke, and then Victor released a breath, grateful that she'd announced herself. "I'm afraid that a search party has been called to order, although I am the only one that it here now." He caught glimpse of the eye peeking from slats in the confessional door, and Victor tried to convey a smile of reassurance, although he doubted his abilities to perform, and the expression only managed to look sadly uncertain in the end.
"Mina is very worried. No doubt she has taken a carriage through most of London by now in search of you." But it was not a reprimand, just information. He didn't go for the little door handle again, but rather found a seat in the opposing seat of the confessional. The box was shadows all within, but he could still see her outline through the partition. He had no intention of playing the role of priest, but he thought to leave her to her Catholic privacy.
He wondered what she remembered of their time in the crypts, but chose to ask other questions. "Do you remember leaving the house? Did something happen to drive you from there?"