Delaney had become reasonably attached to her room at the mansion. It was the nicest place she'd ever lived, and she'd been thrilled to wake up back there again after the jail experience. She knew she didn't have that much to complain about, given she hadn't taken any punishment at the hands of the big guy who'd been in charge of them. She'd barely even seen him. The cell had been drafty and she'd been bored or appalled, depending on if any sounds were filtering through.
Three days in jail, three days back at the mansion and now... where? That was the first thing Delaney wondered when she opened her eyes in an elegant bedroom completely different from the one she'd become used to. As soon as she looked out the huge wall of windows next to her head, though, she realized. New York! She'd only seen it in movies and on TV, but she recognized it instantly.
After a few minutes just staring out, she decided to shower and dress and see what else was here. Once she was clean and wearing white jeans and a winter white sweater-- what could be better for a redhead?-- Delaney left her room and began to wander.
Everything was so fancy! She stepped lightly, as if she might disturb someone if she didn't, her feet taking her into a huge room with couches and chairs and even more huge windows, or maybe that was glass walls. There was a girl nearby, gazing out, and Delaney approached her. "Amazing view," she said.