She mulls it over for a bit, attention split with window-shopping. Everything seems garish and not at all her style. Her style is twenty years out of date. So it goes.

It's hard to feel enthusiastic about breaking into her own home-- not that she thinks she'd mind-- that her other self would-- God. Anyway; the idea feels vaguely uncomfortable, but it's probably a worthwhile exercise. Maybe it will help her figure out why things between them are so cold.

Honestly there's one other possibility, though she's hesitant to suggest it.

"How close is she with Skinner? Do you think he'd have a spare key-- or know who might?"