Stepping in, she closes the door behind her, far too gentle for the level of anger she's feeling, and flicks her eyes over the false church interior. Seems even the compliant ones don't get more comfortable upgrades, or 44 just really has some very specific tastes. Still, she can't say much, given her own living arrangements.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt you, if you're busy. I can wait."

She'd rather drown the woman in the marinade, if she really, really had her choice, but that's not why she's here. Yet.