[it's not the first time she's felt eyes on her as she moves around a space. Jan can't help but smile a little, remembering her unfortunate roommate situation at home, just a few months ago. Rosa's ghostly insubstantial glare had started out downright hostile until she'd eventually gotten resigned to an intruder's presence. it had taken a while -- and a few scuffles -- before the atmosphere of the apartment had gone baffled and quiet instead.

Jan thinks about what she yelled at Rosa back then: "Whatever! I'm not that INTERESTING!" and smiles a little wider. she's still not. whatever, weirdo dude. watch away.

she can get over to the sink without making a lot of noise easily enough. the problem now is everything else about getting water... hm. Jan finds a glass in one of the appalling filthy cupboards and uses one of the towels she and Poe brought back to wipe it off. so far, so good. turning on the faucet is a lot more fraught, but she holds the towel up to it to catch any drips and eases the cold-water handle just a fraction clockwise, holding her breath as if that'll prevent any squeaking.

there's a flutter of noise somewhere in the house, but it's no more than their movements so far have been-- and yes! it's probably still gross and mineralized, but she can feel the slightest damp on the towel! success!

(this is all very gripping and dramatic to Jan, but probably not to watch.)]