Though Luther had all the gear of a guy ready to go, his face left much to be desired. He looked grouchy, and when Luther was grouchy, nothing went right. Joanie resisted the urge to tell him to go take five chill pills before committing to spend nearly 48 hours in close quarters with her. That would only make things worse.
"Okay." As they walked down the stairs, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder. "I told the Ghostbusters team to bring junk down to the apartment if they've got it, so we might have people coming and going." As they reached the second floor landing, she half-smiled. "I also kind of said I'd be there pretty much 24/7, so the hours might be weird. It'll be like a big sleepover."
They approached the first floor, and Joanie began to to think about the idea of mattresses. "I didn't think you wanted anything like a mattress to go in the holding cells. Unless, I guess, people that just want protection are going in them and they are known to not be dangerous. I can just make them without springs." Of course, she wasn't sure she could even make springs, but he didn't have to know that.