[She sticks her tongue out at his retreating back, but then proceeds to rifle through his belongings.

Bills are interesting. Newspaper's boring. The photos... curious. She never pegged him for a sentimental guy. House is nice. Not in the city. Maybe Dad's dead... maybe he's a bastard.

Cool.

She then flops on the couch, propping her feet up daintily on an arm, to wait.]