"Ah, yes." Alistair recalled the other Brit on the network, though he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting the man in person.
"Perhaps we should," he chimed up in response to the idea of the group getting together, though his tone was sullen. "I haven't had much chance to get to know the house, but it seems there are rooms large enough to accommodate whatever number we have. I at the very least would be interested in knowing who I'm surrounded by." He slid his hands into the pockets of his pea coat as he took in the eerie buildings around them. "I admit, when I first encountered Cecilia I thought she might have been one of those responsible. If I hadn't seen first hand what transpired on the lawn yesterday..." He trailed off, shifting slightly at the memory, and the bruising that still lined his abdomen.