"That's the attic, all storage. No one wants to live in there." She answers, narrowing her eyes for just a moment before--

"At least none of us would want to live in there. It's cramped and stuffy and bad." She adds, letting one of her hands fall off to the side, palm-up, while her other arm remains folded over her front.

"Ask them why they don't live with us, I never asked, I just assumed they were kind of a jerk."