<a class="link link--external" href="https://imgur.com/tXMaXBE" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Baxter Newkirk</a><br/><br/>Baxter wasn't perturbed by Jamie declining to shake his hand, he wasn't one to sweat the small things. If she had her reasons, she had her reasons. "That's the plan as far as I'm aware." he said and began to walk towards the mansion, angling towards a section of the chain link fence they had scouted out in the daytime, where the was some space to crawl under. Going over the top was not plausible as it was covered in razor wire, but some animal seemed to have cleared out some of the earth beneath the fence.<br/><br/>Bending down, Baxter took the bottom of the fence in is hands and pulled it out  at an angle to let the other crawl under without too much difficulty. However his own massive frame was not conducive to getting under himself and he cursed quietly as sharp edge caught his hand, drawing blood from the palm, though he did finally manged to make his way under, smearking his cloths with dirt far more than the others had.<br/><br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://www.sex.com/pin/60718833-angel-small-comic-nerd/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Mira Newkirk</a><br/><br/>Mira moved and did her best to wipe some of the dirt off her brother as he stood up, knowing he wouldn't mind the dirt so much himself. It wasn't much use, but she slapped his injured hand away from his face when he went to lick his palm. "Baxter that's disgusting!" she said. When she was confident he had been suitably chastised she pointed up the hill. "I think the gardens are that way." she said, following after Gilbert, huffing and struggling with the incline due to her short legs, while Baxter cleared some distance to the group.