Wearing a pensive expression, Beauty set her shoulder against the glass door and leaned in. The next few steps took her over the threshold and across the somewhat incongruous, obviously very-new carpet. She stopped in front of the sales counter and gave her co-worker a very sheepish smile. "I'm sorry," she said immediately. And then, with a shake of her head, "I'm very sorry. That was Eric. He's also a vampire, and I met him... oh, right about where I'm standing now. He..."
She drifted off, then looked over to Lestat. She didn't want to explain everything that'd happened with Eric or all the reasons why she hoped for the best from him. Shaking her head a second time, she turned back to the roses he had brought her, and tugged out a single stem. The thorns were easily snapped off, and she started piling them neatly on the counter in front of her. "He surely does know how to clear out a room," she finally finished, changing everything she was going to say the first time.
The uneasiness hadn't gone away. Frowning, she tipped her head back and swept the mass of her hair over one shoulder before beginning to plait the thornless rose into it. What was it that felt so... wrong? She glanced over to Errol again, who looked somewhat tense himself, then looked to the table where Lestat was sitting. Lestat.... well, he looked...
"Oh, tell me Eric didn't..." Didn't what? What could she say without disparaging him? She found she didn't want to, in spite of the obvious trouble he'd been causing. "Is everything all right?" she asked, carefully correcting the way she asked it.