Certainly. Far be it from me to begrudge anyone's wish to live in whatever manner they might.

[How sad a story though. It's while Elizabeth is brooding on this tale and moving further into the store that she spots a door. It bears a window set into it put a peep through that window yields nothing thanks to both darkness and a good layer of dust.]

Perhaps it is unlocked?

[She goes to try the handle but finds to her surprise no knob. Her brow furrows as she kneels a little for a better look.]