It's not so bad. Most of the windows have been boarded up except for one or two and the skylight. There's a lot of bits and bobs arranged in makeshift bedding areas and a lot of it looks like it's been stolen off the back of a truck or found in a dump. There's a tiny fridge and a set of porch furniture, a radio, a massive pile of books with a little pile of blankets and another mattress separated by a little divider he'd found left on the street. It's obvious the other mattress is for another girl though, which leaves the only place for Tommy to sleep on the couch, which he's been doing like a champ for the past couple of months. He hadn't want to lug another mattress here. All the glass and graffiti had been painted over, and there's actually some drawings across one of the walls that look like they were done in chalk to help brighten the place up.

He goes to quickly shut the door when she ushers herself in and leans against it, almost like he's worried more will come in after her. When they don't look like they will, he glances back up at her, frowning as she speaks. His whole attitude changes when she mentions the other speedster, and he peers up at her curiously.

"What, is he back in town or something?"