Allison hums neutrally, knowing Five's right. She's happy to accept that this has happened for now and won't press any further, knowing she won't like the answer. Maybe that's cowardly of her, but all she wants right now is to feel safe in her own home. With no answers to why they're here, she'd never felt comfortable in the apartment.

Besides, Five has literal decades of surviving in the apocalypse behind him, and the paranoia to prove it. There probably won't be a safer home for them than this one.

"I believe it," she tells him, patting his shoulder in appreciation as she passes by him and heads further down the hallway. She stops at the staircase, one hand on the rail as she looks up the stairs, then back down at Five. "How many rooms?"