Sydney paused, head tilted slightly as she considered her companion's assessment. After a moment, the silence was filled with a hum lilting in the direction of thoughtful dissent. "Cat burglars are snoops after property. While I am definitely guilty of trespassing, I don't know if there's much worth stealing here, even if that was the sort of thing I was interested in. Like I said, I was here earlier. I can give you a moderately detailed rundown of any building supplies, ladders, and paint cans in this corridor that might be of interest to an actual cat burglar, assuming said cat burglar's day job is along the lines of, say, a contractor, but since I don't fit that bill..."
Sydney let the thought trail off with a shrug.
She used to talk to Nick as they explored eerie locations. Not because she was scared, but because that was just what she did. It was part of their process. It was an element Sydney knew she missed without ever actively acknowledging the fact. Faced with it, it was almost like filling the silence was the only thing that kept a sense of hollowness from spreading in her chest. "My brother and I used to go to places like this. We only took information, really."
Part of her wanted to press at the 'kind of,' but the moment was lost as her introduction was reciprocated. She blinked. That...was unexpected. With a surprised laugh, Sydney looked to her side. "Zoe Kingman? Oh." She shook her head. "I suppose meeting over breakfast would've been far too conventional." Honestly, with their brothers sending each other letters years ago, it was fitting that they'd meet in person in this hallway. Bittersweet, but fitting. "Do you know which room your brother was staying in when he was here? I can get you into his room if you'd like. In a vaguely cat burglar-esque fashion, but only vaguely."