Sonya Blade

If Sonya rolled her eyes any harder she'd swear they'd roll right out of her head. This whole situation with seeking shelter in the rain via a creep, old, dilapidated house was so cliche she wonder if this wasn't some prank from her Ex. This was made all the more better (or worse) but the company with her. Her only silverlining was that none of the men (least, she was assuming papyrus was male) were her enemies.

Ringing out her jacket (and trying not to shiver in the short sleeved sweater), Sonya tried to access the situation they were in: it was storming outside, bad enough that every other minute, thunder would rumble the house, old and dusty as this place was, it was dry. All they needed to do was set up the fire place in what Sonya could only guess was the sitting room and hopefully they'd be able to wait out the storm.

There was a part of her that also wanted to explore, but even she wasn't so 'genre blind' as to risk splitting up in this place. Even if this was just an empty house, no telling what sort of death traps there might be.  Still, they needed some sort of fuel for burning. All she had was some fluid and a way to start a fire, but nothing that wouldn't burn up instantly.

"Anyone want to come with me to find fuel for the fire?" It wasn't completely a question.