Levi falls into step, easily letting Erwin take the lead from place to place and doing the talking and negotiating. When they finally make it up the ladder, he can't help feeling almost overwhelmingly exhausted. It's a little ridiculous, given that he hadn't done anything particularly strenuous, but perhaps it is the heat and just the overall what the fuck of finding themselves in a completely foreign environment.

He leans near the door with a slight sigh as Erwin finishes, certain that if he sat down anywhere now, he'd never get up again. A headache pulls at his temples.

"Let's hope no one sends their dragon after us," he says, weariness plain in his voice.

Inside is a small but adequate living space; a kitchen with an interesting looking stove and a table with chairs and a bookshelf nearby, a washroom, and two bedrooms on opposite sides. It's unclear how long it's been unoccupied, but Levi goes and runs his fingers under one bookshelf ledge, and makes a disgusted face when they come away dirty.

"This whole place needs a thorough cleaning."