Crossing her arms, Nova sighed with resignation. If tonight was supposed to be a test of their patience, she wasn't doing too well thus far. The presence of death always made her a little anxious, not that she feared them per say, but there was something familiar about the way it felt. Like a thick blanket of fog that she could reach out and grab with her own two hands, just the thought of it sent shivers down her spine. 

"[color=8493ca]And what exactly do you expect we'll hear coming from the cellar?[/color]" Pulling a sash from her belt, fastening each end to a designated hook on her weapon shaft. Slipping it over her head, Nova shifted the familiar weight of her scythe to her back so that her hands might be free for the evening. If all they were doing was sensing the spirits within the house, she wasn't going to need her weapon for that... In fact she was sure she would end up offending someone with it and causing unnecessary trouble for her new teammate. With a shake of her head, Nova lifted her right hand and waved it dismissively. "[color=8493ca]On second thought, I don't want to know. It'll be more interesting this way.[/color]" 

Stuffing her hands in her pockets, Nova began wandering about the entry way to give Hogarth some  time to ask any questions of his own before she tapped his shoulder. "[color=8493ca]Come on, I think we should have a look around the place before it gets too much darker. Get familiar with space and all that, you know?[/color]"