Avery's knuckles hover just over one of the foyer's walls when a knock rings out. He jumps, much to his chagrin, unaware until now just how tense he is. The place is creepy even in daylight, the weird acoustics and talk of hauntings getting the better of him, despite knowing that it's an impossibility.

Thus, he takes that little bit of knocking personally, snatching up his umbrella from by the door and scowling as he follows behind Ekkehardt, glaring about to look for whatever intruder was about to get a piece of his mind.