She is different, the house thought. She does not scream threats at me like the man does. Still, I do not like her because she wants to steal from my masters and does not care what happens to me.
The house switched its attention to the man.
He had concluded his search of the dining room and was now searching a guest room. He found the gun the house's master had hidden there.
The man waved the gun at the motionless walls. "See what I found, house! You try any more funny stuff and I'll kill you!"
"You do not frighten me," the house replied via one of its many hidden microphones. To verify the statement, it turned on the heating units full blast.
A few minutes later, the man stopped his search of a closet when he noticed that sweat was rolling off his body as if he were standing at the gates of hell itself.
He left the closet and shouted at an open door, "Stop it! Do you hear, stop it!" He shook his head from side to side, violently, as if to impress the house with the necessity of obeying.
"You can't stop me with the gun," the house informed him. "There are one hundred and two air-conditioning vents in the house. If you took time to find and destroy all of them, you could never leave here before my masters return."
The man's jaw sagged, and with an equal sag of his shoulders he returned to his search of the closet.
The house deducted, They are burglars, only burglars. They want to escape before my masters return because they would have to kill them and they are not murderers.