Hmph. Well, Elphaba was never much for hiding her annoyance. Love? Happiness? Oh, she'd bottle those up, easy as pie. But when it was something like irritation, she'd just wear it on her sleeve, or her positively luminescent face. The redhead was given a certain scowl as Elphaba fully stepped inside of the room. An appraising look was given around to the various washing machines and dryers.
The basket was set down next to one of the white plastic machines, and Elphaba struggled, for a moment, before opening the door. "You live here," she said. It wasn't a question, just...obvious. Also, she was trying to distract the woman from watching her botch up the laundry job.
Well, that wasn't true. She knew how this all worked. In theory.