Salome completely agrees with him on the use of the bathroom, the tub looks amazing and of course some of her favorite memories of him are in the shower with her. It's the first place he told her he loved her. She grins at the memory, it's such a good one, and good memories are something she really needs to focus on at the moment. Though, with the medication kicking in, it's hard to focus on anything, or be upset for that matter.

The tour of the apartment seems rather ordinary, living room, guest bed room, office, bedroom, HUGE fucking walk-in closet.

Salome blinks at the space, she doesn't have a lot of clothes, but the sight of all that space makes the shopaholic in her drool a little. She's already figuring out where she's going to put her shoes, or the small African village, seeing as though one could fit in there.

"Wow, that's, that's amazing. The whole place is amazing." Out of habit, she turns to the master bedroom door and checks for a lock. It's how she likes to sleep at night, door locked, if there's no lock there's always the closet. With this closet she could probably fit a mattress in there.

Over at the bed, she sinks down on the mattress, stretching out and wincing just a little bit as she slides a hand over her stomach. "This is amazing, more like a hotel then anything."