Permanent eye roll if going to be the default expression of her next half hour, isn't it? Allison doesn't even stop the urge while her brother worms past her and into the house, without also waiting to see if there's an alarm. But why would he, when slamming through windows seemed a good entrance enough for him.

There at least doesn't seem to be, and Allison tucked the used bobby pins in her pants pocket while standing and followed him in. A last look to make sure no one had seen them, and closed the back door behind them, before turning her focus to the house itself.

All show ready still like its photos, and there's a strange déjà vu settling between her shoulder blades. She never thought she'd be house shopping for the third time. (She never thought she'd need a second either.) The wonder about whether Diego even had a clue what he was looking for in here, and what to look for in a house, and just ... the cold reminder, again, she knew nothing about where her brother had lived or what he'd done in the last more than a decade.

It could have been anything.