[Right now, she's almost grateful for the short responses. Sure makes her feel a lot less stupid about arguing with some stupid voice.

Shit, if he's right though... It's definitely gotta be the brothel, it wasn't even standing anymore by the time she... Well. Died. Or whatever.

It looks like daytime here, so it shouldn't be a problem if the kid's supposed to follow her in there--especially when she doesn't even know if anyone who lived there is even supposed to be alive in whatever this is--but...

But just giving it up...]

You're supposed to keep me from giving in to temptation and all that shit, right? So what're you gonna do about that?