Noah knew enough about electrical wiring to know that the fuse box in the Mason's basement was going to be of little use, especially to the rest of the block, but they had to try something. It was that, or watch the girl sit on the sofa screaming all day. And he wasn't in the mood for that.
Itching for a cigarette, but refraining, Noah waited impatiently for the blonde to pen the children. For a babysitter, she had few qualms about swearing like a sailor in front of them. The boy supposed that was simply a testament to the girl's immaturity (and his as well, of course; but he wasn't in denial about that). He ignored the second jibe levied at him, and followed the girl toward the basement door.
He was lifting his hand to hold the door open once the girl headed downstairs - but, it never even got that far. No. Instead, she shocked herself on the knob. Noah, surprised, moved backward a step. "Really?" He asked with a thoroughly unimpressed expression on his face. Abruptly, he stepped around the useless girl and opened the door.
The basement loomed large and dark below. But, he supposed, it was no darker than the ground floor, was it? Noah tapped the face of his phone again and held it aloft. Now he could see at least three inches ahead. Great. Without a word, he descended.