Mom took the comment in stride, offering Krauser a pleasant smile.
"Of course not, dear. Someone has to be the babysitter." She let him take the lead without much care in the matter. It was cooler inside the building, allowing Mom to pull out her scarf and wrap it back around her neck. Everything felt a lot more clear with that around her neck, though a small sip of a drink would likely create the same effect for the woman. She relented for now, watching idly as Krauser mimicked an action movie star and kicked in one of the doors. She had no doubt that genre was likely the man's favorite.
"Now I wonder how many diseased creatures heard you," she said, looking over his shoulder to spy on the almost barren room.
"Hm, there doesn't seem to be a phone anywhere, not that one would likely work around here..." Moving inside, she touched at one of the desks, grimacing at the dirt that layered the room. Mom Lalonde was a lady who liked to be clean, and who never stood for letting dust linger inside her house...
... even if cleaning the house with a Martini in hand had always made the process a bit of a sloppy one.
She then
briefly looked over the old bookcase, more for the sake of curiosity than anything. She would have been surprised if anything useful was to be found.
"As I said before, we need to find a means of contacting the outside world," she said, glancing back to Krauser. She paused as she looked upon him, wondering just how she ended up in this place alone with this man of all people. Her life would never cease to throw curve balls her way.
"... And once we do that, then we can see to getting out of here."
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