"Oh, I'll be sure not to compliment her too much on your behalf." Salem was kidding around, really. Mary wasn't awful, but too much praise went to her head. As they left the library, he adjusted his dumb hipster scarf so it was actually wrapped around his neck and not just hanging over his shoulders like a pseudo-stole. His neck was now fully protected from the very slightly chilly evening air. "And it's to the left, then up a couple streets," He said in response to the question of where he lived.<br/><br/>The walk away wasn't too bad. It took, at the most, about 10 minutes. The post-work traffic wasn't as bad as when morning shifts ended, but it was still cluttered enough to add some extra time to what would've been a very short walk otherwise. Damn people and their cars. How dare they be able to afford something and then use it?<br/><br/>Regardless of the motorized obstacles in their way, they made it to Salem's apartment building with little issue. It was a quaint place, four stories tall and made of brick. Salem opened the door and made his way into the main building, then went to the stairwell. He lived on the northernmost part of the third floor, which had a beautiful view of the opposite room's exterior window. There were at least some other windows facing out over the street.<br/><br/>When they reached his personal dwelling, he unlocked the door and peeked inside. Everything was intact and not on fire, so Mary evidently hadn't caused too much damage. The light was off, though, and the living room was illuminated by the glow of their computer monitor and the sparse sunlight that still peeked over the horizon.