Mary follows where he indicates. She... may or may not remember the man's name. She isn't good with those sorts of things, people tend to blend together for her, all of them tainted in some way, dripping black inside. However, she sees members of the house frequently enough that she may be able to get hold of each uniquely, given a little time and practice. The children of the house most certainly.

"Very good," she praises him, a light pat on the shoulder. "I hope you will like it here."

There were nice things about living in a strange house. There were none of her memories built into the walls, none of her family staring at her with nervous eyes. But every house had its secrets and its filth.