"It's definitely too private a house to like parties like this. Not wanting random strangers poking through it's stuff would sorta be part of the package."

There's no fear in Aradia's soundless steps tonight, even as she stops to examine the painting next to Cooper - she knows he's probably watching, but for once she's not afraid of needing to dodge an exorcism. There's probably some old law of hospitality that apply to a party like this, and even if it doesn't he looks sane enough to warrant being friendly. For now, anyway.

The fact that she technically wasn't invited and therefor wouldn't actually fall under the rules of hospitality gets cheerfully ignored. Nobody can prove anything if she doesn't open her mouth. "I'm Aradia, though I doubt that's worth anything around here. You?"


( ooc: I'm super sorry at how late my reply was! If you don't wanna continue this thread I completely understand. c: )