We're a something all right. In a good way. [Team is good enough, even though Fie most certainly has them pegged as friends. She's pretty sure Louis would, too. This loser is the only hold out when it comes to offering that term unprompted. But it's fine. The bond tells her well enough they matter him, just in case the fact he came to talk her to didn't. (It clearly does.)

Luckily for him, she doesn't notice is amusement at her drowning in his coat. It's warmer and gives her some cover, that's all that matters to her right now. The comment on spiders and rats has her shrugging in return, not really bothered in the way some might be. She's seen worse, managed worse, and been through worse. However, when he opens the door, she turns back to him with a look.]

Sure, but if there are spiders or stuff like broken glass on the floor, you're carrying me. I'm still bare foot and vulnerable~ [The last statement is said with dramatic effect and a slight smirk, but whether she means it remains to be seen.

So when he opens the door, she enters without hesitation and looks around, turnskin eyes easily adjusting to the darker atmosphere. Since they came in from the back, they're in the kitchen. The wooden floor seems to be in good condition as she carefully steps around debris from the ceiling and windows.

There's a kitchen table with leftover papers, probably too worn to see anything of use. Maybe old silverware or flatware and plates or bowls in the cabinets with missing or dilapidated doors. Don't even think about the old food. Doorways lead to the dining room and hallway with a staircase.

Fie looks back at him before she enters too far in.]

Careful, looks like some of these could fall apart with a little help.