[ Now, he glances up at her, book momentarily forgotten in his lap. Klaus is never the welcome wagon anyone ones, whether they know him or not. There are times that he almost thrives on intimidating their newest residents. For now, he's content to sit in his chair and study her. ]

So often I wonder if there's any sort of capacity limit in place. I suppose it can be considered a blessing that people tend to disappear just as often as they arrive.

[ If only the people who disappeared were the ones who have been constant thorns in his side. ]

My name is Klaus. You'll find there's no way to predict the length of your stay, nor of when exactly you'll be able to return. [ There's a hint of annoyance laced through is words. Nothing he hates more than being at the whim of an unknown entity. ]