(Desmond POV)
´´ Eh, what do you mean? ´´ Express Sasha confused by my outburst.
´´ No "Hey, what do you mean?", This place is a pigsty, the living room is full of garbage, the kitchen is full of dirty dishes that extend to the dining room and smoke comes out of bizarre colors of that door between open at the end of the corridor; So I really hope that door leads to your alchemy lab and not the bathroom. How can a human being and even more importantly, how can a woman live in these conditions, what are you? A pig? I can only assume that your room is going to be a mess of the same proportions with accumulated dirty clothes and trash everywhere. . . Oh my god, the damn zombies can wait, bring a couple of brooms and we'll get to clean up. ´´
My criticisms and desperate cries for cleaning instruments were only answered by the stunned expression on Sasha's face, so I proceeded to shake her like a rattle and repeat aloud.
´´ Bring the cleaning supplies, let's clean this place; Now! ´´
