Considering this was the fourth person Sal had taken up to her "pad" on the fifteenth floor, she began pondering moving locations after her undercover scheme ended. If she thought making it up the stairs with rib and shoulder injuries was a pain in the ass, this was her second trip to the top floor in these shoes in one day and it was killer on her lower calves.
When she reached the door, she slipped a key out of her purse and unlocked it. "A diry apartment for a dirty girl. Don't get your hopes up." Sal joked flatly as she turned the key and pushed the door open.
Once inside, she flicked the lights on, set her stuff down, and gave Flauros a moment to get used to the deliberately decrepit setting. Then she crossed her arms, the smirk returning. "Wanna get started, then?"