As the gentlemen continued their conversation, the sound of heels tapped down the stairs that led up to the second floor. Red pumps were followed by shapely legs, a fringed red skirt, and an equally crimson tank top. As 'Dite came fully into view, she spotted Duncan and let her lips split into a wide smile. She hadn't seen him in what she deemed a relatively short period of time (given her extreme longevity) although in relativity it was quite a few days. After their luncheon upon her arrival, she'd contracted a nasty stomach ailment that had caused her to flee to her room for a time. Now that she was feeling much better - and far more sociable - she decided it was time to make herself known around the manor.

"Well!" She sauntered up to the men. "Who is your friend, Duncan?" She placed her perfectly manicured hand on Duncan's arm in a familiar way, arching her brow at the Doctor.