“Yup. And I can totally slip into and out of a room without anyone even knowing I was there and when I need to leave and run around outside of the compound, I can do that without issue too. Zombies notice me but I can duck into side alleys and under stuff before they even know I'm there. The dumb, stinky dead things,” Caitie scrunched her nose up behind her own mask. Maybe it sounded like she was talking herself up, but in her experience, people saw this short girl who was just past eighteen and they thought 'what the hell can she do?' A little self-promotion was necessary.
It was good to talk to someone who didn't automatically assume that she wasn't capable, though. Her thieving talents may have been sort of newly developed over the past few months, but that didn't mean that she hadn't learned a whole lot in that short time. “I'm good at vent crawling, too. Should've seen me back in Liberty,” she smirked. She saw a lot of things that people didn't want her to see because of that.
“It does,” Caitie nodded agreed. “Total nerd movie. My brother Ryan was totally obsessed with it, though. Every stinking month he watched the original three and he got so freaking mad at anyone who interrupted him. Like he's never seen it before.” She snorted an annoyed laugh. She and Everett always picked on him because of it. Caitie shrugged. “I think Bill Clinton's the least boring. With the cheating on his wife thing and the obsession with cigars and saxophone and gambling. He'd have been cool to have as a dad.”
It was plain in here. There was a bed and a desk and a file cabinet that was pretty full, and a dresser and some kind of fancy cabinet thing in the corner. And on the opposite corner, there was a slide out closet, as well as some kid toys. “He's dating that wicked bitchy lady isn't he? That Leah chick?” she asked, the toys bringing her mind to the woman's daughter. “Either that or he just likes playing Barbies and Disney princesses...”
“Smells like... weird cologne. Or something.” At the next question, Caitie shrugged a shoulder. “I think so, yeah. Maybe they're in the closet. Or that cabinet thing,” she pointed at the cabinet. “You take one, I take the other?”