"I'm here for what we're all here for." The boy's answer just made her roll her eyes. What they were there for. They did not mean she, in her opinion. Desdemona noted the grimness that crossed with face as she watched him warily. "Who doesn't?" She aims the conversation back at him with her reply. "Des-" She cut herself off, he didn't need her full name. Des was always enough anyways. Letting her other leg fall outside of the sill she rolled her shoulders in practiced motion. "It's more of a question of what happened after people freak out. Still, it's usually the same. You usually watch them come in?" Des gave a quick nod to the ground below.