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Illos drops down, from a vent? Landing almost soundlessly behind the strange newcomer. "If your looking for the ragamuffins they are not home at the moment. But the kitchen is free game. That and their T.V. is quite large. Surely something can entertain you till they return?" The 5'7 woman paces around the 'Man' a raised brow. "Godzilla. That is totally your "Name" right? No no "Scales"? I feel like they would both be rude and insensitive, definitely something they would come up with." 
-Rewind back before she came out of the air-duct-

The woman clad in her purple jeans and matching shades approaches the large structure. She lifts the lenses while whistling at the sheer size of it. 

"Never thought I would just go in the front door...."

She slides a card and walks within the walls. A playful smirk appears on her purple lips, "When the parents are away...." The reason she is so certain no one is around is the strong telepathy she is blessed with. Even if shes not searching for a mind, she can feel them like that nagging feeling of someone watching over your shoulder. Illos wonders about the security that normally defends the place but the smell that lingers in the building comes to the forefront. Someone was a chef, seafood and bacon, an interesting choiceeee. She wretched at the smell of coffee, black as the soul that drinks it. 
Quickly she begins going through the facilities, her suit alarming her to potentially hazardous levels of radiation numerous times. Traces of blood linger about in the air, unsual scorch marks.....She pulls at her collar as if to allow heat to escape, obviously this information being constantly brought to her attention was beginning to make her worry. Rather than keep the information incoming she opted to take of her glasses and slide them into a pocket. "And these are the Idiots who argued with me about the scepter? This building is a madhou....." As she went to say it she stepped on a hand. "AhhHHAAHHhhaaaits not real." She looks around as if someone would have seen her moment of weakness. Coughing into her hand she straightens her jacket before walking to the living quarters.
Though several of them are unlocked or even a step further with a door hanging open. She can only really work up the courage to check the room that reeks of estrogen, Orren's room......A few minutes later she slams the door and shudders at what she saw. "Ho-How does..." A few steps away she peers into one, spying makeup and a rubber chicken, she sighs and smiles. "In comparison to what I expected....Thats oddly comforting." 
The next room spices? Ingrediant cards, and the food network left running? Another door she can't even open, but the Bio-Hazard posted on the door made her feel that this was probably in her best interest. She opened another door, finding it to be as painful cliche as they come! Its littered with various bottles of booze all at different stages of being drank and there was a rather wretched smell of old smoke....It wasn't just a smell! The smoke still lingered around the lights Despite how much ventilation the place had! She exited that room and took a deep breath upon exit, she could feel the lung cancer growing just from being in that cesspool. 
The last room in comparison to the others was a lavender scent atop the suds of a warm bath. Fascinating honestly it would seem there was a sane one in the bunch after all. Time to snoop! She smirked going through drawers, a woman's taste say a lot about her. This woman was more a girl, so many comfortable outfits....Pish. A dairy should be around, she seems the type....She senses someone approaching. "Damn." Looking about she instinctively hid in the ventilation system.
As she began making her way though it she literally face-palms and reminds herself out-loud.
"I am allowed to be here...."

---Present---

She sighs fighting the urge to just get the answer from the newcomer she stoops to asking him. "What brings you here?"