"Nah, my daddy owns the building." Natalie had a mock child accent as if she was proud that her daddy could buy whatever she needed, as was how she made a joke on rich airhead people. When the doors opened there was a relatively messy apartment, with the occasional shirt resting on one of the couches though all in all it wasn't too bad a place. Not to mention she had a bowl of weed on the table in front of a couch from maybe an hour ago. "Welcome to my humble abode."