She smiles at the rather blunt response. 

"I would gather that they would have no issue with a garage of some sort. Oh but do be cautious they have radioactive particles and severed limbs littering their halls." 

She goes over to the floating lift, and taps against some of the metallic objects. It had a lovely sound, something between valuable and hazardous. "Sarthis was it?" walking away from the crates and back up to the 'man' "I am going to be called many things when they return, mooch, b*tch, psychoticpurplelady, but I would prefer you call me Illos, or Master. I'm partial to the later. I find your mind is a little trippy. I guess, no pun intended, but it feels alien. Not that I would ever be so rude as to invade it without asking first. A democratic way of fixing a problem." She smiles up at him cocking a brow, thinking about where she remembers the workbenches, he may become curious of the hallway of horrors. "Oh and do watch out for Orren's room, he has some....hobbies. You'll know it by the smell of angst and self entitlement. "

With that she turned an about haste and wandered back to the kitchen to see about disposing of all that disgusting coffee. Tea is better for you and soothes the mind anyway.