"The birds?  What do you.." Alma starts but trails off when she becomes aware of the silence.  She could have sworn there were birds chirping not too long ago.  She notices a slight look of uneasiness on Flint's face and shivers a bit.  Things did seem a bit odd.  Perhaps there was nothing sinister the matter though.  Hopefully that was the case.  "Um, yes, there's a door out back if we swing around the house and go through the garden," she answers after a moment.  She was now taking care to be much more observant of her surroundings instead of engaging in casual conversation.