Penelope followed just behind the butler as they walked, and after a dizzying amount of steps to the second floor, they finally arrived in a hall which led to bed chambers. From his speech he made it apparent that they would all be staying in relative closeness to one another, which comforted Penelope, as she wouldn't have been very excited to be wandering the halls of the eerie mansion alone in order to find the others. Not that she needed them right now, but she figured after she did some exploring she would want to talk to the others. It was, after all, a long drive to the mansion, preceded by an even longer flight, each of which she did alone, and in relative silence. 

She slowly made her way down the hall till she found "Abelia Whitewoode" etched decoratively into a nameplate just beside a room which meant it must have been hers. The door was unlocked, and though heavy, like the front door had been, it moved with relative ease as she pushed through and then closed it behind her. "Stunning" she smiled, the room was every bit as elegant as she would have expected, perhaps even more. From the walls and ceilings decorated in authentic art to the crystal chandeliers hanging above. Even the floors seemed to show that not a singular inch of the room looked as if it had been anything less than painstakingly and intricately designed without missing a single detail in even the smallest of crevices. It was a room fit for royalty, which made sense, seeing as the entire manor looked more castle like than anything. 

She let several moments pass, simply admiring the view before she decided she was ready to start getting settled in. At some point during the short length of time she waited in the dining room, someone had moved her bags to her room, and she was delighted not to have to make the trip back downstairs to get them herself as she suspected she might have to on their long journey up. Had she'd been present to hear the butlers earlier admission that no one other than himself and the owner were currently at the manor, she might have been concerned as to how they'd gotten there, considering the butler was present before her the entire time she'd been in the dining hall with the others. 

She of course hadn't been present, so for the time being, it made no difference to her. Besides, the soft tune of what sounded like a viola or violin was now inching it's way into her room, and for now, she had not a care in the world. Humming a makeshift tune along to the other, she made her way to where they rested, just beside her bed. She set her purse atop the pillows and her wine glass on the small night stand before pulling her suitcases forward towards the armoire situated across the room. Like everything else, the woodwork spoke of old world craftsmanship, and as she opened her suitcases, she couldn't help think of how out of place her clothes would likely seem inside. 

It was almost as if the dresser had been thinking the same thing, because when she opened it, she found that all the drawers had been fully stocked, and inside, there hung beautiful gowns she didn't need even a moment to be sure were authentic from years ago. She dropped her things back inside before pulling out a lavish violet gown and holding it up to her frame. She couldn't help but be tempted to put it on, and it even seemed like it might fit, but they weren't hers, and she quickly hung it back up to avoid damaging or dirtying what was clearly a piece of history right before her. Well, that and most of the dresses looked like they required several or so handmaidens to get into and strap up correctly. 

Unsure of where to place her things, she wheeled them back over to her bed, where just after pulling out some nightwear for the evening, she un-stacked the cases and pushed them each up under her bed. She hadn't checked all the storage places, but she was sure they were probably all just as full, and resigned to leaving her things where they were, at least for the time being. 

Instead she made her way to the bathroom adjacent to her room. It was just as grand as every other room she'd entered thus far, and after a long day of traveling, there was nothing more she could have wanted than to sink into a a steaming hot bubble bath, especially in a tub as large and lavish as the clawfoot seated in the center of the room. She made her way to it and ran some water cheerfully. It rushed out and filled the enormous basin quicker than she would have expected, and within minutes she was undressed and soaking in a mix of scented oils and soaps. From the window on the far wall she had a view of the sun as it made it's way down to set for the evening, and decidedly content for the time being, she let herself doze for a moment, soaking in the pure luxuriousness of it all.