"I dig through ancient civilizations and run through dense jungles for a living. It's not exactly low-effort," Lara states with a slight shrug. With the tank top and sleeping shorts she's wearing, Lara's scars from said treks through jungles and ancient civilizations are brutal. Some of them, especially the ones on her back, look like they'd once been deep claw marks and there are a couple that may or may not look like bullet scars.

"Your mother is lovely. She almost reminds me of my own." Lara has her own fondless for her own mother, but there's no shortage of love for the lady of the house.

The kitchen is quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and Lara heads to one of the cabinets to look for tea. She'd spotted some lavender chamomile earlier and hoped it'd help her out.

"What are you in the mood for, Klaus?" Lara asked, looking at the kid.