Once Pam had left her to go do whatever Pam had gone to do, Georgie had been left to wander the mansion on her own, trying to piece together the information she'd been given into how to react. It had all gone south, however, once Georgie had stumbled into the bar portion of the billiard room and found herself a nice bottle of The Famous Grouse which she hardly minded to drink at room temperature for now. By the time Pam found her again and dragged her to some house meeting, Georgie had her bottle and was only a little bit sad about her faux-fingernail ring having gone missing. She sat at the back and to the side, away from the bulk of the few people who showed up - blonde cute, scrumptious freckles, big tall man, blue eyes man.
The questions the blonde asked were not ones Georgie was qualified to answer, but then she had no illusions on how many questions she was really qualified to answer at any given time. Not many. She continued drinking and observing, trying to make sense of everything. No one was saying much right now, but apparently it was about the message she had seen once she had gotten back to her room to inspect the bathroom. Something about cleaning, and someone dying. This was some harsh shit to get hit with about two hours in, but considering she had only just got here Georgie wasn't inclined to clean shit. But Georgie didn't feel like piping up just yet. Maybe when someone came at her with a mop. If she didn't start running first, anyway.