In all honesty, Jeremy had half a mind to pull his gun on the girl the moment she aimed hers at him but he managed to stop himself before the thought told him to move his arm. It was a reaction anytime someone pointed their gun at him to always aim back. Somehow he managed to keep himself under control enough so he wouldnâ€™t spook her further, assuming that she had seen her own nightmares. He also took notice that she was cut up and bloody but dared not question it. Despite being someone who was use to the sight of blood and did not mind it, he really couldnâ€™t stomach blood at the moment. Not after what he had seen, still leaving him shaken and his mind filled with so many more questions. He could still feel himself still trembling slightly; luckily it was the smooth taste of the cigar still hanging out his mouth that helped him keep it together.<br/><br/>Age was another factor of how he was able to keep himself together a bit more. Not only age, but experience as well, having come face to face with death before though it was on a much smaller scale and didnâ€™t root through his skeleton closet.<br/><br/>He felt rather tense as he listened to her speak, confirming that she had seen something as well. â€œWell glad thatâ€™s settled then; now I know Iâ€™m not the only one losing their bloody mind.â€ Taking a drag of his cigar and throwing the end on the ground, stomping on it he tried not to have his voice show just how shaken he was himself. He raked a hand through his dirty blond hair and let out a hoarse sigh that turned into a cough before daring to look around him for any more signs of spiders. It was better off that she didnâ€™t know he was terrified of spiders. And that corpseâ€¦ he had made out with a corpseâ€¦ that in itself was moderately disturbing. Hell, disturbing might even be a bit of an understatement. He shivered at the thought.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t know about you, but Iâ€™m ready to get the hell out of here. This isnâ€™t any better than the forest,â€ He muttered after there was a bit of silence between them, silently hoping she would agree. Or maybe go back downstairs or something. Jeremy did speak true in a sense, though at least Lia had not seen what he had or at least he hoped that was the case. She had not been around to see him freak out so that was a good sign in his eyes. The last thing he needed was some young girl busting his chops for being an older man who looked like he was about to break down and cry especially with those spiders violating him as they had. Subconsciously he could still feel them crawling up his legs and making him extremely uncomfortable. The thought made him want to vomit.<br/><br/>He did his best to hold it back and went back down the stairs, back to the kitchen to retrieve another bottle of vodka assuming there was still some left. However, when he went back to open the refrigerator he discovered there was a bottle of scotch in there and it had his name on it. He also noticed there was a large tarantula crawling on the bottle. Jeremy grimaced in disgust, immediately turned away from the thought of drinking and headed back to one of the chairs in the sitting room to sit down for a bit.