Persephone smiled at Dr. Witaker. He was a pleasant sort of fellow, wasn't he? "You're new in Whitby as well?" she asked, although he'd already stated so, her words more of an affirmative that they were in similar positions here. "Where do you live?" The pink on her cheeks turned into crimson as she realized how unbelievably forward that must have sounded. "Er- I don't mean to-" She glanced down in embarrassment for just a moment, collected her thoughts, and said, still blushing deeply, "My dream is to be an architect, and I mean to study the buildings in Whitby while I reside here. There was a hotel I passed, a fascinating piece of work, with many folks coming-and-going- I wondered if you are staying there, and I meant no offense by my question." She hoped that explanation sufficed and stood there, mentally forcing the red on her pale cheeks to fade.