Hey, it's Deandra Reynolds. It's not out of the realm of possibility that she meant "latinos".

"Do I look like a maid? I just moved in and you want me to make it spotless?" Dee makes a raspberry sound as she moves the last of the wood in and approaches the basement.

"I just brought up the dead cats the first time because you were talking about all this weird stuff and I felt left out, so I brought up the first weird thing I could think of. Jesus. Now you're trying to psychoanalyze me when you come from a place where people turn into animals and spacemen exist." She's chattering partially because they're heading into the basement and she hopes noise will scare anything down there out.

There isn't. The basement is disgusting and reeking of mildew, but it doesn't appear to be haunted. She covers her nose with her hand and starts to shove a board into the chute of the furnace, then notices a door to what appears to be a store room behind it. She doesn't say anything when she walks over and tugs at it (locked), but she turns to him right after.

"You know how to pick locks or are we going to have to have you go all gorilla again?"

Or she could try and break the lock. Which she just might.