It's understandable, I only suggest exercising caution.

[There's no telling who or what those responsible might be, or how they intend to engage should they choose to at all, but Janine is rigidly on guard. There's too much about this place that she can't quite process; her only hope of keeping her head on straight is to compartmentalize and refuse to let herself panic, to stay calm and dismiss what appears to be impossible for the time being.

At one time, she would have said a zombie apocalypse was impossible, but she'd been proven wrong. That had certainly opened the door to a possible belief in a great many other things.]

I'm fine.

[She doesn't move any closer, but looks past the girl and towards the mansion, frowning.]

Nothing about this place seems even remotely practical. [A pause.] Janine De Luca. May I ask your name?