May was surprised to hear an answer. She had nearly convinced herself that it was all in her head. She grabbed her flashlight, using it just long enough to light a candle to light the immediate area.  "I don't take any chances with<strong>It</strong>. Its not like<strong>It</strong>couldn't just turn around if we were heard after all. I try to keep pretty quiet, and out of that stairwell, as there is a door leading right outside behind you, and the sound carries rather well when you stand up there." May walked over to a bag of dog food she had obviously stolen from somewhere, scooping a bit into a pan and setting it on the floor.<br/><br/>"She doesn't bite unless you have any ill intentions. Its just been a while for her too." The dog happily wandered over to the food dish and began to eat. May wandered into another area of the basement, opening up a cupboard and rummaging through the cans until she found some pears. She grabbed a fork, cup, and can opener and walked back into the room she had been in before. "Are you thirsty? Hungry? I try to save up my rain water, so I've been drinking the juice from the fruit, and eating them for food...goodness knows if they're actually any good anymore, but they were sealed airtight, and with preservatives." May rambled, looking down at the can. She didn't really know what, if anything, she was supposed to talk about. "Oh, I'm May, by the way. But you can call me...well, whatever you want. Its not like it really matters anyway."