It wasn't long until Rachel had made it to the laundry room. She'd checked the kitchen, and any other room that may have been there ahead of the laundry room. Seeing as how she wasn't hungry, there was no reason for her to actually scrounge in the kitchen for something eat.
Upon arriving in the laundry room she saw a rather thin male clad only in his boxers. He seemed to be studying a bottle of detergent, so when that studying went on a bit longer than Rachel would have expected, she spoke up. "Oh, for god's sakes, you just poor the damn soap into that cup, and poor it into the machine. Didn't your parents ever teach you to do laundry?"
Silence be damned, but Rachel couldn't help herself. Then, as if becoming suddenly more cautiously aware; the young woman flipped open her notebook with one hand. If the need arose she had easier access to it.