Tasiya had neither the will nor the patience to try an figure out what the hell the loud one was talking about, so she only stared at the other girl in mild confusion before watching her disappear into the room. Good, now she had been left with the one she had started calling Tyra, since she hadn't registered his true name and no one had explained who Tyra was.
And now he was making her feel glad she never went to college, if the result of signing things was to get kidnapped and called a 'subject'. She went bug-eyed again when he seemed to respond to her quip with absolutely no sarcasm. He was being serious. He was serious. Tasiya closed her eyes, sighed, and started to don her flip-flops. They were all going to die.
Thankfully, the loud one reappeared, throwing another wrench in the works. The rusty, rusty works. "Uh, calls to where in the house? Room service? 'Cause this is not what I imagined so far."
Sighing, she crossed her arms as Tyra seemed to idle on a word before completing his sentence.
"Yeah sure, front door, whatever." She motioned for not Tyra to lead the way. He might only go as far as the stairs, trip over his own feet and die, so maybe he shouldn't lead at all.