Vivian couldn't help but smile at the suggestion about signs. Doubtless, it would help her find her way, but if she were ever going to be living in the place, she did need to learn how to get around. She started to move towards the door, thinking that he would need the office space to himself- as disused as the room appeared.
Kat rushed by just as she neared the Marquis, and she froze, fighting down a giggle at the flaming red blur that rushed by, hauling a cart of dirty laundry with it. She raised a hand to her lips, hoping the Marquis wouldn't notice her laugh.
But he was laughing, too. She snorted, in a rather unladylike way, and when the Marquis resumed his laughing, she couldn't help but join in. Her laugh was more boisterous than was truly appropriate for a lady of her standing, but she kept her hand hovered over her mouth to hide her wide-toothy grin.
"I'm sorry, I think Katherine is helping with the laundry today," she said through a giggle. Then she peeked her head out into the hall just in time to see Kat turn the corner, her hair trailing out behind her. "She's the only reason I can ever find my room," she chuckled, and then shrugged.
When the laughter died down, she turned back to the Marquis. "I hadn't seen you since the bandit incident," she said, recalling how she had discouraged Crina from riding out with him. "I was starting to get worried." She crossed her arms around her middle uncomfortably, but smiled nonetheless. It was good that he liked Kat, she thought. She hadn't realized how important the servant girl had become to her.