::Basil unlocks the door and opens it, then allows Portia in first. He looks around and points to the various amenities::

"Kitchen there, bathroom, two bedrooms and the living room here. Is it to your satisfaction?"

"Very much so. Thank you, sir."

::What? Portia can be polite.::

::Basil nods::

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

::Portia ponders this.::

"Hmm. Doubtful, but you wouldn't possibly know where I could find a bar?"

::Basil looks quite affronted at the idea and splutters incoherently for a moment::

"I'm quite sure I wouldn't know about that kind of thing!"

::He places the key down sharply on a table and leaves, muttering to himself about degenerates::

"Figured as much."

::With a sigh, Portia looks around the apartment. It was nice enough.::

"Just got to get some stuff to spruce up the place, and it should be good."

::She mumbles to herself, her arms still across her chest.::

"I guess I should try and get accustomed to the area."

::And with that, she exits her apartment and heads into the hallway.::