Karl nodded with a grin of his own, knowing full well that his partner was a good enough agent already. After going through several partners within the years, you just kind of knew.
"That's me here, and just a storage room over there." He jerked his thumb towards the other two rooms that dotted the hallway, one of them leading into a room only lit by the LCD glow of a computer while the other was just full of bookshelves and tools. Taking a turn past the kitchen, Karl held open the door for his partner, just enough for her to look into the large garage-like room.
Only that there were no cars. Only a lot of gears, machines, and odds and ends that were covered by tarp. A strong odor of motor oil and metal filled the room.
"Here's my workspace. Just helping out friends fixing out machines and whatnot. I...wouldn't recommend stumbling through here if you're looking for something."