Eleanor Helmsley

So I've seen you poking around my estate. What exactly are you lookin for? *It's hard to tell if she's irate or if her face has had this expression for years. Her demeanor and clothing suggest she's an old lady, but she looks like a pale little doll. Her eyes almost seem menacing, as if they'd witnessed a great number of things.* We've certainly got time. *Her exposed pointed ear twitches slightly, anticipating your words.*