"Big bathtub," she confirms, somewhat approvingly. Did she pick this place on the strength of the bathroom? The luxury hotel feeling persists in here, and she can see the appeal-- the oversized tub, the neutral colors, the big rainfall showerhead. The lights around the mirror are flattering, the space... comfortable. There's more trace of her occupancy here-- soap and lotion and a toothbrush on the vanity, shampoo on the edge of the tub, a glass jar candle. A plant on the corner of the tub-- she pours a little water in, though for all she knows it might be fake.

Everything in here, as far as she can tell, seems to be hers. Which isn't a surprise-- but it's a relief, that they don't have to worry about some distraught boyfriend showing up.

"Seems normal enough, though," she says, coming back into the bedroom. The bed looks comfortable. She's starting to see the appeal of the place-- but it doesn't feel homey.

"Should we start trying drawers? I'm not even sure what I'm looking for."