And then she'd go back into the haunted house and do what she enjoyed doing again and again and again. Or maybe see if there were any missions out there that involved ...hitting things. It was always so nice to hit things.
Finally though she'd heard the newcomer in a sun jacket say something about washing hands and showering and she turned to look at them. She brushed her hair out of her face and tucked a few strands behind her ear before she squinted her good (and only) eye in an effort to see them more clearly. "Oh, yeah - a'course Ah wash mah hands b'for cookin' why the hell wouldn't Ah? That's freakin' gross an' unsanitary ta do anythin' otherwise." Ofelia didn't sound angry or smart as she kept her tone even, sort of. She might have snapped on the words 'of course' but that was just typical. "Also bleach is really bad fer yer skin - if yer usin' bleach ya need ta wear gloves an' be in a properly ventilated area." She said and nodded. "Have ya ever cleaned wit' it b'for? Sure takes stains off but really, really bad fer yer lungs."
If Ofelia was being mocked she had no idea and instead just seemed content to talk about how to properly use bleach. But then Jordan and Jerry spoke up about clearing out places in town to be used for something. She had no idea what but man it sounded fun because the old town usually equaled adventures. "Ohhhh Jordan that sounds fun! Can Ah help at all wit' anythin'?" Her eye was practically sparkling with eagerness.
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