"Probably. It was built in the twenties, from what I understand, but I wouldn't be surprised if it also served as a fallout shelter later." She tucked her small phone into her front pocket. "Hopefully the asbestos are gone or we're all in for a treat in about twenty years." With a shrug, Naea slid down the back of the car and planted herself on the floor, not without wincing at her bum knee in the process. Stupid thing.
"So, anyway. What brings you to the neighborhood?" Naea wasn't entirely sure she was overly interested, but something had to start somewhere. "My coworker would have my throat if she knew you were living in this building."