[ Helping this guy along would be far less awkward if she just picked him up and carried him, but even if she wouldn't hear it she doesn't want a tirade on her hands. Once through the door into the museum Tessa slows to a stop, taking it all in. Though it's dimly lit in here, her eyes reflect what light is available much like a cat's would, and shine the same eerie way.

There really is a lot of stuff in here, isn't there? ]

Blimey, it's a bit manky in here, innit? Hope my ears don't smell like that when I get 'em back. It's like... [ She sniffs. ] ...musty old junk, wood varnish, and... [ Sniiiiiff. ] ...body odor.