This room is well adorned but much smaller than the others. It is furnished with comfortable chairs and a few tables. An unlit fireplace rests on the southern wall and a soft run covers most of the floor. A bookshelf sits on the north wall, adorned with weird tomes in various tongues from various worlds.

The room is fine... normally Mason sweeps a room for bugs and Dreamwalker would check for any astral intruders, but for some reason, this doesn't seem really necessary here.  But he does instinctively step over to a chair that has it's back to a wall, a chair where he can see both the door and the window.  He holds another chair out for Vanessa to sit on.  Even in the later part of the 21st century there are still manners.

"It isn't that long of a story, but long enough."

Following Mason in, Vanessa paused for a moment, watching the man as he scoped the room.  Leaning against the wall, her arms folded across her chest.  She smiled slightly as he held the chair.

Not like I have places to be and autographs to sign. She joked, pushing her self off the door frame and coming to sit in the chair offered.  You don't have to tell me any particular story... you just seemed... She paused, searching for the right set of words.

Some times strangers can be better friends. She shrugged, and added, You were willing to help me... the least I can do is return the favor.