[Omega hauls herself up once she's gotten a good grip with Alberto's help. She pulls herself in, managing to drop down the right way so she lands on her feet.]
I'm not sure...
[Once she makes sure Alberto's inside and unhurt, she looks around. She sweeps a finger along one of the shelves, wrinkling her nose at the dust.]
...I think it's a shop of some kind. Or at least, it used to be.
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I'm not sure...
[Once she makes sure Alberto's inside and unhurt, she looks around. She sweeps a finger along one of the shelves, wrinkling her nose at the dust.]
...I think it's a shop of some kind. Or at least, it used to be.