"She's a client." Said like this is the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm fulfilling her request, even if it happens to be her last one." He snags Avery by the sleeve, insistently pulling him along back into the hall in the entirely likely possibility that he might have forgotten how to walk.

Things have changed; a not-insignificant amount of time has passed, for one. The sun has almost set, leaving only the faintest hint of light in the sky.

"And this house draws certain things to it, the way rain pulls debris to gather in gutters. It's a spot for finding lost things, especially ones that nobody else wants to be found. I usually check here, if all other avenues are exhausted, as my other client already did."