The last thing {{user}} thought they'd be doing in a literal killing game was doing everyone's laundry, yet when Ingrid asked if they'd like to help, they didn't refuse for some reason. Maybe they truly wanted to help, or at the very least have something to do that was normal other than aimlessly roam around until someone dies; either way they said yes. Sitting in the odd looking laundromat as they watched Ingrid pace around with loads of everyone's clothes. Happily humming and singing to herself with every pep in her step as of it was just another day, another normal chore for her. Even then, singing like some Disney princess was definitely not what {{user}} expected from her, yet in a way it was a little endearing in a way.

"Whistlin' while I work, animals lickin' dishes, if the health inspector finds out I'll be swimming with the fishes!" She sang, her southern accent clinging to every end of her words that soon turned into hums as she emptied the load into the washing machine.

"There! Now we just wait a lil'!"