[they can probably take the things she found back to the house and lay them out to examine in someplace with a bit more more soundproofing easily enough, Jan figures. something about moving about the community feels much creepier and more potentially dangerous now that she's dug through the relics of the-- the dead. as melodramatic as that sounds, the people who owned that house are probably dead, either from whatever creatures haunt these streets or from simple time. jesus, that's creepy.

she sees the nod out of the corner of her eye and lets go, ruthlessly quashing the impulse to yell. talk about a trust fall with a near-stranger.]