Audrey wasn't especially bothered by the heat - it was a little uncomfortable, sure, but it wasn't much worse than Sydney in the summer (especially if you were growing up dirt-poor and the air conditioner broke all the time), and she'd had to endure much worse over the course of her work for her benefactor. 'Uncomfortable' was seven hours on a skyscraper rooftop in the desert, no protection from the sun above, and no ability to get cover or move for fear of missing her shot at a target. This was merely... inconvenient.
She'd opened her bedroom window to hopefully let it vent at least a little bit, taken a cold shower, and changed from her jeans and sweater into something more appropriate - and infinitely cooler. It was a good time to go see if there was anything cold to drink in the dumbwaiter; it was getting on towards suppertime but she wasn't yet hungry. Probably no one would be that hungry if they sent up hot meals. Audrey had already logged her request for a salad and sandwich. Summer food.
She was a little surprised to see a body on the floor; for a moment, she wondered if one of them had snapped and murdered a fellow participant, and was sad that it had been done so quietly that she'd missed it. But almost before she had time to feel regret, she realized the boy was alive and likely just cooling off. "Careful you don't get stepped on, mate,</i>" she cautioned as she picked her way around him towards the dumbwaiter.