Typhoid had never stepped foot in a place like this. Neither had Mary, who was clamoring for control and had got it for about half a minute as they walked through the door, so she'd had a chance to look around before Typhoid dragged her out of the head again. That was happening a lot more frequently now that they were out of the prison and the city was getting back on its feet. She hadn't given Li Hua too many particulars about her condition except to say that if she started to act whiny and afraid, slap her until she got back to 'normal.' If she started to act completely psychotic, Typhoid advised Li Hua to just get the fuck away. That pretty much covered all the possible bases and as long as she had the reigns she and her ally could keep carrying on. Mary would be terrified of her companion and the bloody one would just kill anyone in her way, regardless of how much time Typhoid had spent with them. It was kind of a problem.
For now the problem was mostly at bay and Typhoid could give their latest stop the appreciation it deserved, by stretching out on a pristine couch with her shoes still on and lolling her head back over the armrest to watch Li Hua. "I could eat," she answered with a shrug and a smile, wondering if she'd be able to get a shower here. The warehouse they'd gone to first wasn't a place Typhoid particularly wanted to stay at, let along get naked in (she didn't even know if it had showers, she just knew it had dead bodies) and she'd opted to keep her prison jumpsuit rather than try to find some cast off clothes that might not even fit. Typhoid wasn't going to be the cast off anymore.