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★ — She doesn't, especially given that they're both trying to enter the building without the general populace knowing ; a fact which Gregory acknowledges with a reluctant shrug. Even so, he finds himself wary. He can't imagine most adults, regardless of how they appear, would keep their cool upon realizing he's a legally missing child walking around by himself in the dead of night.

Expression scrunches up at her offer ( endearingly childish where he's otherwise tried to project an air of seriousness ) as if weighing his options with her offer.

Somehow, he thinks Michael would disapprove of him wandering off with a stranger. But that also feels a little hypocritical, coming from him. And the last time he had gone to a diner had been with his mother.

" .... fine. We can go get pancakes. And then you can tell me what you think is in there."

"Do I look like the kind of person who calls the cops?" Considering the fact that she's also trying to break in or the fact that her general aesthetic didn't really make her look like the sort of person who put any sort of value in authority. Regardless of what crazy shit Gregory happens to say, she's not about to call the cops for a number of reasons. Not to mention, she's not even sure it would do anything, anyway.

Instead, she looks at the door, then back at the kid, and then lets out a sigh, stuffing the tools she was using to pick the lock back in her pocked. "Alright. Something's telling me we're looking for the same thing. And I don't think we should just go in blind. So let's talk, and we'll figure something out for tomorrow night."

Whether or not she'll actually be bring him back then, she's still not sure. But she's hoping it's enough of a compromise for him. "You hungry? I'm pretty sure there's still an all-night diner around here that, if i remember correctly, makes pretty good pancakes."