She pauses in the hallway, coming to a full stop as she watches him struggle with the mirror and then turn in her direction. The automatic glare is just adorable, really, and she smirks just a little bit.

"Tired of having to go into the bathroom to check up on your hair?"

Technically, all of the belongings aren't theirs to begin with. Laying claim to them is temporary, in Fortescue's mind. They're just there until... their captors take them away. It's a somewhat depressing thought, but the truth often is. Still, she doesn't want him to take too much. The Cape's getting low on space, and someone will need a room eventually.

"Leave at least the bed, if you have to pilfer."