Fred stared for only a moment, the comb paused in her hair, before she really looked at wherever they were. Her hands went back to combing. She glanced at the table before disappearing into the bedroom to get dressed. She didn't seem all that bothered by the breaking and entering. No one'd come home yet to toss them out, but it did possibly explain why there were things to be used, even if slightly used things to be used. She wasn't fond of being a criminal, but they weren't hurting anything. They could always write a note or something later, right? Plus, there were people to save and pancakes to eat.
"I don't know." Fred wasn't the overly picky sort when it came to clothes, but even she liked to look as if she had dressed herself not some person with a very odd fashion sense. Jeans, Chucks, tee and a pullover, all a little big but not swallowing. Even unmentionables, she didn't think to hard about it.
"I think he's a wizard? I don't know. He seemed nice, but seeming is always being. That and I was heavily medicated, not sure trusting my judgment is a good idea?" She yanked everything on and walked out of the bedroom with the bag containing the rest of the clothes. She dropped said bag and started braiding her hair. The pancakes would be nibbled shortly.
"Probably doesn't like being cooped up, so he might help. I wouldn't like being stuck in there. I know I was stuck in there, but this is different. I'm not stuck in there anymore, but if I were, I wouldn't want to be. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't." Fred settled at the table, nudging the still damp braids over her shoulders.