This is a snatch-and-grab job for her, reminiscent of a few of her past missions that were handed down by her mum. It's a nicer place than the last abandoned building she decided to ransack, and much warmer than the snow storm Lila had landed in. While her partner stops every now and then to take samples of the local flora, her own gaze is focused up on the lighthouse. Watching the windows and surrounding area for any potential threat. Years of training too engrained in her actions to simply shrug them off now.

"Sure, bloody beautiful. Love an abandoned building beckoning me in to explore." That isn't sarcasm at all. In fact, she sounds downright excited.

She'd be quick to correct his mistake on her name, and her age, if he thought she was some sort of pimply teenager. While Lila might be short, it didn't make her that young. Unless this Constantine fellow was much older than he looked.

Falling into step behind him, she may be letting him take the lead in case there's danger ahead. Looking out for herself was something she excelled at, so why not allow him to be the front-line defense. "We could probably nick some other useful items while we're here."

A set of weapons of some kind would be nice, for emergencies. As they draw closer, she eyes the marks on the walls. "Think whatever made those is still here? Didn't see anything moving in the windows yet, doesn't mean they aren't in there."