Yeah... I want to know where all the people who came before us left to, too. Maybe somewhere with better soundproofing? Bunkers? We can't even hammer here. This isn't any way to live.

[what is life without loud noises? Jan doesn't even start to make it a joke, though. even without her chosen career, she's someone who goes through life loud and brazen and unapologetic, dragging furniture and kicking walls. the pall of the quiet here is dreadful.

for all Rosa's silence up till recently, she's worried for her, too. Rosa finally has a real voice again; was finally starting to open up to the world with it. she deserves more than another tomb.]

...we'll think of something, for sure.