Rikki shrugged her shoulders. "No, does it really matter how we got here once we get out?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows at him. "Any place calling itself 'Hell House' is a place I'd like to vacate sooner than later. Besides, I've a business to run," she replied. She wasn't willing to let herself get hung up, at the moment, on the fact that his accent is foreign; American. She can't lose focus right now. It's more important that she gets out of here, with or without him.

Her attention turns back to the open doorway and she steps out into the hall. "Let's go, America," she calls over her shoulder, "otherwise I'm leaving you here."

Some people just need a fire lit under their behinds. Maybe America is one of them.

There's an echo in the hallway of dripping water and, right...that wouldn't be her favourite thing to be hearing just now, but she'll just have to be careful. If she kept an eye out and stayed out of the line of fire, then she'd be fine. If she got especially lucky, maybe she could subtly fix the leak. She might not be able to freeze the pipes like Emma or divert the water like Cleo or jam it all up like Bella, but she could probably come up with something in a pinch, right?

"This is so creepy..." she murmured, frowning as she looked around.