[ Grell doesn't mind being dragged behind, not one bit. It makes her feel as though he might actually desire her company - and seeing as how he's allowed her to room with him, rather than insist on separate living situations, gives her more confidence in that!

She'd given the group an energetic farewell, but in the elevator, had slumped to nuzzle at his shoulder with a hefty sigh. Arriving at the room, she croons once the door opens!

The decor immediately stops her short, however. ]

Good God-- Ah. Hm. Sweet Satan...?

[ With a contemplative quirk of the lips, she shrugs, satisfied. ]

Either way, this is an affront to the senses. [ Though, some of those eerie additions earn a so-so hum, before she dismisses them. ] Looks as though we'll need to steal some home decor, next.

[ While William beelines for the bed. she shrugs off her coat, to hang in the closet. ]