His deadpan statement was met with one of her own, the southern drawl sounding the word "Obviously," before she rolled her eyes and watched as he did exactly as she asked: put out the fire he was so named for. At least he was being logical. And obedient. She would have hated if she'd had to fight him, but she was at a point in her life where a fight was sometimes expected.
Still, when he started off with his backpack, Paige's curiosity got the better of her. What exactly was this place behind the door? And what had he come here for. All questions Paige needed answers to and the only person to get them from was a previously dead Brotherhood member. But... when one needed answers...
"What is this place anyway? An' what exactly are ya doin' here?"
It looked like they were in... Chicago? But there was something different about it than the one she knew. It was hard to pinpoint what, that difference was, but she'd figure it out eventually. She just had to bide her time and, you know, not get murdered by idiot Australians who could light up like a bonfire.