[At first there's only a soft acknowledgement to what the other woman says. The place is definitely out of the way but she considers that a plus, all things considered. They wouldn't need to be near a hospital or emergency services since there wasn't much that Nariko couldn't heal or account for. The neighbors weren't exactly right on their ass either, and even glancing at the front of the house said it was more than enough space for the two of them. Getting out of the car, she whistles faintly, lets herself display how impressed she is with the setup.]

We could probably live here for the rest of our lives and never run into each other, shit.

[It's expensive as hell, which tells her a few things about Les - good things to know, in general. The first of which being that she clearly has good taste when it comes to food and houses, though Nariko was a bit more of a Mansardic gal by default.]

It's definitely remote enough, I like that. Of course, the pool and kitchen are a plus, too. [There's really no need for her to eat anymore, the function is useless, but she'd spent most of her life cooking for another person. It was a difficult habit to break.] I think it'll work just fine. [She couldn't feel anything particularly unique about the area either. If there were other witches, wizards, vampires, lycans, ethereal spirits, Gods, or anything else that might also pick up on she and Les, then they were very good at hiding.]

Sure you won't get cabin fever, or anything?

[Nariko had kind of already made the decision, but any slight hope of staying somewhere else was officially nonexistent. They'd definitely be sharing the house for the duration of her formal training and maybe beyond it too, depending.]