Ashya gave Loic an incredulous look. "What do I want to do in a storeroom?" she echoed his words, bemused. "What don't I want to do there?" She held up a finger to lecture him, before remembering they were in the middle of a corridor and they'd better start moving if they didn't want to be found out of bed at such an early hour.
She slid her arm through his and half pulled, half dragged him away with her. "You're very grumpy in the morning, aren't you, Ditzy?" she asked, poking her head around the corner cautiously, although since she wasn't making too much effort to be quiet it was a bit of a useless precaution.
"Look, if they guard it so well, it must have stuff worth getting our hands on, right? Right. So we're breaking in there." Not to mention the idea of breaking in was thrilling. Even if they found nothing but stacks upon stacks of apprentice robes in there it would be exciting.
His comment about rules made her roll her eyes. Really, why did templars all have to be so stuck up about orders and duties? "Pfft to your rules, I say," she said cheerfully. "They're fun to break! There are so many silly ones, they have to be created to be broken."