The house was homely, its piping was all visible and dripping. The carpet was damp and the smell of mildew was ominipresent. Buckets and pots littered the small one room cabin, catching the more excesive drips. The mystery woman was opening a can of baked beans, the label appeared to be from the 80's. She held the opened can of gooey beans, offering it to Jessica.<br/><br/>"Hungry?" she said, before opening one herself and sitting down.<br/><br/>"Well, I suppose he might have attacked you if the house was big enough and rurally located. But he rarely attacks groups of people unless he KNOWS he has an advantage, if you were upstairs and alone that's why he went indoors." she smiled a bit "We're the lucky ones you know."