[Look, Beau is the last person who's going to say she's some kind of priss that can't rough it. She's more than used to sleeping in the dirt or being covered in blood, but it's like-- it's the principle of the thing, after a while. Her family (and her) were horrible little gremlins sometimes, but at least they had the decency to stop bugs from showing up or just get their shit to themselves. If she finds another pair of someone's dirty underwear just lying on the ground with shit tracks in it she's going to burn the place to the ground.

Mostly, she's just dealt with it by physically not being here as much as possible, and using it primarily as a crash space. She's on her way out now to find someplace that Isn't This Spot when she's hears Wanda speak, and looks up to register what's going on.

Hey, wait a second.]

Uhh-- yeah.

[She jabs a thumb over her shoulder.]

Second floor, end of the hall. Gonna assume you do too unless you're just... carrying clothes around for fun or something.