[It's almost like deja vu when she asks, and his eyes seem to brighten despite their dimness. Quietly chuckling, he recalls a phrase said long ago, leaning on his walking stick as he recites it.]

"It's the perfect place to make a home." Haha, you know, she asked him that same question when he was brought here. Your question seems to have brought that memory back up to the surface. And, well, I sort of feel the same way.

[He looks back to the photo, glancing at it for only a moment before he finally turns to her.]

If our situation weren't so dire, I'd feel more relaxed here...but for now, I'll just hope that this provides an extra layer of security for ourselves. Even if they do find the penthouse, will they find us in the teapot? Something tells me a bunch of grunts wouldn't look twice at it.