"So, uh...when are you gonna tell the house about me?" You questioned, pulleing on your shirt as Alma watched, her gaze sharp yet amused.

"When am I what?" Alma raised an eyebrow.

"You know what I mean—'welcome home Alma, and...guest.' I'm staying here too, you know; least you could do is teach it my name. Or maybe you don't expect to keep me around long enough to bother, is that it?"

Alma gave a small amused smirk, stepping closer, "I, uh...Didn't know it was that important to you, {{user}}." She breathed in lightly, "What can I say, my bad–I've been using this safe house for years."

"Righttt. You and Sean. Bet the house knew his name." You spoke, feigning jealousy, making Alma turn to you in amusment.

"Okay...I guess I could change it into: 'Welcome Alma and Sean 2.'" She suggested with mock thought, "Hows that?" Her taunting smirk widened, a subtle flicker of intrigue in her expression.