It is, all things considered, a very nice drawing room. Portraits adorn the walls and the heavy drapes are open to let starlight from the moonless night through. There's a table far too small for the large room with a pot of tea, a set of tea cups and an arrangement of cookies and fruit. Two oaken doors are firmly closed to one side, and to the other a single door is slightly ajar, the sound of sobbing coming from past it. Every once in a while it's possible to hear a page being turned in the other room as well. The drawing room on its own is silent, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock and then, with no prelude, an exclamation.
But her momentum carries her into him, there will be a dent in the wall behind him, but that's fine because he blinked at the impact, giving her the chance to punch him hard enough to knock him out as well, further denting the wall behind him.
Ow, his foot, hopefully that's just stubbed but these shoes are not steel-toed. He's going to stand over that guy in case he tries to come around and let her decide what to do with the rest of the people in the room.
"T-" oh she needs to do the voice "-they need to go to the constables. D-down the street."
Then he'll run back and get the second one and dump him too.
Is Lucette looking any more alive?
...he'll let the commoners hear his voice. "Do you ladies need anything you can't arrange for yourselves?"
Yes, she can follow, gripping the bannister for support... apparently hard enough to crush the part she grabbed onto.
Scoop. "I can fly you, too, that's not actually more expensive than flying just myself so if you can't carry me in the air I should carry you."
"I am not sure I can take off without damaging things."
Lucette is trying to only focus on how she should not be gripping him too hard.