Already wandering around the mansion was Mack. He had been with Sam since the day she had found him, and even though he could review his database within a second, the seven days he had spent with her felt like a month. As Bladewolf strolled around the mansion, he checked himself over for anything that could be updated. Currently, he was at one-hundred per-cent charge, as he had spent the previous night laying under the brightest light in the mansion, the solar panels absorbing the artificial light and turning it into electricity. The reason the light had been shining so intensely was because he may or may not have overloaded the fusebox of the mansion a little bit. The light was no longer functioning.

After another stroll, he find himself back where he started. A lot of the time at the mansion was spent trying to make a 'mental' map of the building. Mack used that map to direct himself toward the area where the new members of the team would be entering from. Upon arriving at the large mohagony doors, he saw that Sam was already there. "Good morning." His synthesized voice said. Mack had been constantly tweaking his social and communication routines, trying to get more into the concept of 'general conversation'. So far, he had been making some progress.

Suddenly, the door bell rang, as well as a lot of thoughts in Mack's head. Lots of holes needed to be filled in his data streams, and within a half second a lot of them were filled. "It appears we have someone at the door." Mack states the obvious, before quickly trotting up to the door. He let out a groan. Mack had learned that he had to 'let his emotions flow' in order to make himself a bit more [i]interactive[/i]. Nonetheless, the groan showed how he was feeling about the door handle. The [i]rounded[/i] door handle. Living in a mansion, he had learned how to open these, however they were still tricky. His tail reaches up to the door handle, and twists around it, tightening the grip. He then twists his tail, and the door opens.

Mack sees nobody at the door, but sees what seems to be some belongings. Stepping outside, and around the belongings, he sees a girl at the bottom of the steps. A quick look at her indicated that something had happened, most likely she had fallen down, indicated by the dirt streak on her dress. "Hello." He says, standing at the top of the steps. "Are you alright?" He asks, cocking his head at the girl.