Olivia & Tommy - kitchen & beyond
"Pleasure," the fact that he was little more than a blur at first hadn't quite registered with Olivia just yet, only that one second she was analysing her best bet back towards the door where meat cleavers were in obvious sight, and the next she was being informed of a porter hatch or something. "Olivia." Names could probably help though.
Edging along towards were the center island was, hoping the cabinet wasn't just a blocked off tornado shelter, Olivia shifted from her crouch just as an electric whisk came to life on the counter to try and attach itself to something. "Is this place always like this?"
The haunting aspect she could get, it looked very much like the sort of building that had centuries of stories to tell and countless bodies hidden. The activity, she really didn't think could be natural at all. Like a cheap gag set up but some ghost hunter people.
Getting to the center island would mean about three seconds of open floor, which mean three seconds of free target. Which great, just what she needed. "You coming?"