"I liked it better when the tools weren't trying to kill us."

She takes the bucket with a fair amount of gratitude, leaning against the wall and cleaning down thoroughly - and watching Saturday with no small amount of respect.
As it turns out, neglectful parents and moving into a cave with a weird obsessive detective that blew up his house don't instill the best cleaning habits in you.

"Wiz. Tell me where you want me. D'you fight like you clean?"