A safe house, they said, though it isn't quite safe enough for her tastes. It could be safer. Regardless, she let's it go, pulls open the door and seeks out the boy it houses, protects from the outside. "Eren?" Raspy words bounce off the hollow walls, meet her ears just as quickly as she'd uttered them. She presses past the first room, through the hall, and finds him in the back cleaning. It almost makes her smile.
"Are you busy? I have a few things to tell you before the others arrive." A debriefing of sorts is what he needs, though she imagines he's already heard half of it straight from Levi's mouth. Control is the bane of her existence, the monster that tugs her strings. This is a necessity, a need; she won't be sated until she can go over things herself. Ensure he has a stable foundation, a good grasp on the happenings lately.