Felicia's easy smile when thin when her father was mentioned and she hoisted Victor up over her shoulder better. "Well, let's get him patched up and back in bed."
The Baskerville, huh? No one knew what the Baskerville looked like, but she wouldn't be so surprised if this was true. Maybe he black-mailed his way into the Royals. There were an alarming about of traps in the mansion, she decided and reconsidered the room made up for her. "It may not be a bad thing to be a bit paranoid and think about all of us taking a penthouse in London for a day or two. Between the suit and the traps, walking around here is getting bad for our health."
She looked at the suits, noting the female-proportioned one, but still frowned. "The bad-luck powers I had were removed, but the last suit I was near then blew up."