"I don't know...I mean,<i>I</i>certainly wouldn't want to be the one elected to knock on a cult's door and tell them they had to move along and find somewhere else to set up camp.  How would that even work?  Hey guys, we're gonna need you to stop sacrificing our virgins and eating them?  Something tells me that would fail spectacularly."  Tegan never had been the kind of woman to bite her tongue.  As far as she was concerned, she really hadn't done anything terribly wrong here.  If he hadn't wanted people to come in, maybe he should have made sure all the doors were locked.<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted to his outstretched hand and lingered there for a moment before moving back up to his face.  She didn't want to give up the journal.  She wanted to read more.  The only way that was going to happen was if she took the journal with her.  Or maybe he'd let her come back and read her way through all his books.<br/><br/>Without thinking about it, she slipped her hand into his and used it to steady herself as she stood up.  Her eyes lifted to meet his, crinkling around the corners as she smiled.  "Thank you," she said sweetly.  That was the purpose of his hand, right?  To help her up?  He was obviously just being a gentleman.  Her fingers lingered just a second too long before she delicately released his much larger hand.<br/><br/>The journal was in her other hand, held casually at her side in such a way that it might escape notice.  Tegan swung her backpack onto the other shoulder.  "I can find my own way out.  You really don't have to trouble yourself at my expense."