There aren't too many people that Lucky will run off after, which is reason enough for Emma not to be alarmed, turning and letting her gaze follow him all the way to Martha. She can't think of many people she'd be willing to talk openly with right about now, but Martha is on the short list. Has been for a long while. She smiles grimly as she approaches with her arms crossed, pulling her red jacket closed across her chest.

"Hey," is all she manages as a greeting, that smile warming slightly for just a moment as she sees Lucky set his tail to wagging while Martha pets him. Affectionate dog, once he gets to know people. "That's the most cheerful I've seen him all day."

She glances towards the mansion, shifting her weight uncomfortably. Henry had been missing for days, and she'd been quietly anxious about awaiting his return -- it wasn't the first time he'd vanished, and she knew a wild goose chase wasn't going to do any of them any good. Still, she'd turned the mansion upside-down on her own, just in case.

"Henry's things went missing today. His room, too. Gone."