[ She just snorts an amusedly scornful laugh at his mock offence and shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket. Her eyes follow him as he buckles a sword-belt to himself, and she raises an eyebrow. Is he expecting something he hasn't mentioned yet? Some kind of danger?

Also, who uses a sword, anyway? ]

Sweet. [ She likes the sound of the kitchen and being able to take what they want. ] If this place wants us to be comfortable, I'm all for that.

[ Used to living on the street and having to struggle at least a little to get food and comfort, she's totally down for this the more she hears. Even if they might be trapped here. That's less of a concern for her--better here than out on the streets, right? ]

I might need you to show me where this kitchen is.

[ She adds as she follows him to the door. The rest, she intends to find on her own through exploration, but important stuff like a room and food, she might as well take some help with. ]