no subject

[A look at the key - normal, as nondescript as it could ever be. And another at the location of the x and the spot where they both were. A relative distance, but not too much, now that she looks at it with a scale in her memory. Maybe a good scope away. But other than that, nothing that would be relevant.

The hand that tucked her hair comes to rest at the side of her neck. Too many question marks. Very little answers. No wonder Jack and Gabriel were concerned.] There’s a library here. Maybe there’s records, too.

[A sigh, and she ventures a soft smile at him.] Not curious about it? [It’s not like she can blame him.]