It's time for another game~

She's walking up the stairs towards her room when you appear, stifling a yawn as she blinks at you. "I dunno what to tell ya. Maybe try finding somethin that makes ya smile?" Will doesn't dwell on it for long, flopping onto her bed and stretching out.

"Well, then go do a stab? That's what I do when I'm bored!"

Will blinks, tilting her head to look at you. She's in the security office, feet propped up on the desk. "Hiya! Whatcha want?"

She's down in the basement when you appear, humming happily as she fiddles with something. Milo is curled around her arm and over her shoulders, and Baby seems to be hanging out close to Will.

She shrugs, twirling her keys around her finger as she glances at the clock.

She's in the security office you saw before, feet propped up and one eye on the cameras. "Whaaaaat?"

All you get in response is a tired mumble from the pile of blankets and pillows on the bed.

One booted foot lashes out and you tumble off the roof before she huffs, sitting up. "Weirdos." She turns, slipping back through the window and pulling it closed, glancing only briefly at the locked door before falling onto the bed.

Will just shrugs, staring up at the sky from where she's laying on the roof, breath clouding in the cold air.

She waves a hand absently. "Leave Vinny alone. I told ya, he already worries too much."

When you appear, she's pulling herself easily up onto the roof, with a familiarity that suggests she does this often. You watch as she slips quietly through the window, glancing towards the closed door and moving over to her dresser. She comes back into view after a few moments, slipping back out the window to sit cross legged on the roof, leaning back against the wall with a sigh. She doesn't seem to care about the cold.

You don't get an answer, most likely because she can't hear you over her bike. She does seem to be heading home, though.

She wasn't worried about getting into the house. That was the easy part. Will runs a hand through her hair before sighing and heading towards the counter to pay.

An uncharacteristic frown crosses her face before she huffs, turning away.

She shrugs again, studying a bottle. "Ran out. Don't tell Vinny bout it, he wouldn't be happy."