[ Collette shrugs her shoulders. Being that indifferent isn't something she can personally understand, but she respects the difference. ]

I can get that.

[ Though in making her way into Loki's room, her voice becomes muffled in her distraction. ]

I wonder where everything goes. Into one of the warehouses? If there's a whole warehouse full of people's old stuff sitting out there. Or do they sell it back?

[ Something about that idea amuses and disturbs her. Glancing around, she hopes to see the bright neon ShamWow in easy evidence.

No go. Guess it was digging time. ]