Since the dinner was not ready yet, and it would still not be for some time, Blake and Yang wandered about the house as the latter wished. Blake decided that she might as well give her friend the grand tour. Waddling around for an extended period of time was like murder on the Faunus' heavy haunches, but she didn't have much of a choice for it. She was still a tad too small to file a request for a Beacon-issued mobility scooter.
Yang noticed that Blake huffing and puffing quite heavily by the time that they reached the staircase leading down into the basement. It was in that place where they apparently kept many possessions from their days as members of the White Fang. Blake was reluctant to show Yang such a place, but the blonde was insistent. It didn't occur to Yang to ask why Blake seemed to show such disgruntlement about it until they were standing on the first step.
"Come on, what's the harm in letting me take a look? It's not like we're going to do anything with the stuff!