At least he's not talking down to her. That's kind of nice. Melanie watches him sidelong as they approach the building, then nods in pensive agreement to his assessment. He doesn't carry himself like a soldier, but he talks a bit like one. She wouldn't call it reassuring, but it is familiar.

"It might be swarming with fucking abortions," she says gravely, adjusting her vocabulary to match his. Just like communicating with Lilly, but in a different direction. "Wait here. I'll check the first floor."