Oh, I'm not worried about that. [Well, she should be, probably, but it hasn't been a problem before, so why would it be one now?? She turns the jar and sets it down, picking up another, then setting it down to pick up a worn book, flipping through the pages.

She looks up though, eyes practically sparkling] Oh! Viscera, do you think so? [She laughs, a bright, bell-like sound with an exaggerated shudder and shaking of her head, as if a thrilled school-girl being shown a particularly warty frog.

Still in a good mood, she smacks her hands together to dust them off]

Well! There isn't anything good here, is there? Bit disappointing. I thought a place called 'whispering houses' would have something more... more.