"Oh shut up." She said, begrudgingly following the man. "You don't know shit." She didn't feel like talking for the duration of the walk, practically ignoring the man whenever he would say anything. Eventually they made it to the apartments and they entered the back way they had come through. The guards didn't even seem to notice their absence and Shula had to admit that they were pretty stupid.<br/><br/>When the woman walked into the house she didn't know what to do with herself. She sat on the tattered remains of the couch, strolling through channels. She didn't know it but she was currently experiencing a very common menial problem among humans; there was a seemingly endless amount of channels and nothing to watch. She glared at the TV, not paying attention to what was playing anymore. A dark cloud seemed to hang over her head solemnly and she pulled the blanket around her, pulling her knees up to her chest. She could hear some clattering in the kitchen but she didn't seem to concerned about it.