Covering her mouth with a sleeve Saori steps inside with him, eyeing the massive collection of junk. Some of it might be salvageable for scrap, though she's not convinced anyone could live in here safely. The choking cloud of dust nearly makes her cough even through the cloth, which leads her to rush over towards a window and throw it open for fresh air.

"No," she replies as she pokes her head out into the alley behind the house, "I can't sleep in here. Too drafty, and all this dust. It'll take months to repair it to habitable condition. But we could rent it out when we manage that."

A practical use for the room. Scrap what they could, repair what they could, find a tenant. Of course she's willing to bet he'll have other ideas.