Mallow only raised an eyebrow when Mira opened the door to the safehouse bathroom. It was obvious she'd been crying, but the thief wasn't about to ask. No doubt Kai and PM had put her through some major shit. He'd have been more surprised if she had been okay.<br/>He jerked his head towards the main living space of the safehouse. This one was more lavish than the one he and Cherry had spent the night in, with proper, matching couches and even electricity.<br/>"So here's the deal," He began, turning to face the girl. "No calls. That's rule number one. I don't care if you have a burner phone that supposedly can't be traced, making calls is a bad idea. There's a burner phone on the table over there. Cherry and I will use that to get in contact if we need to. Rule number two, don't go out if you can help it. If you need groceries, I would rather you send C.C. out to get them. She at least doesn't have a target on her back that was painted by PM.<br/>"She'll also be keeping an eye on you for signs of turning. As you get closer to it, you're gonna start feeling hungry or thirsty or both...all the time. At least, according to Cherry. I really wouldn't know. Anyway, just don't take a bite out of my sister. You start feeling like the hunger is overwhelming, call us so we can find you a first feed and keep you from hurting anyone.<br/>"Last thing. There's a gun secured under both end tables, the kitchen counter, and between the head of the bed and the wall. If someone tries to get in here that doesn't have the key, shoot them through the door. I don't care if they talk and sound exactly like me or Cherry, or look like us through the peephole. Shoot first, apologize later. Just keep in mind that I don't mean shoot the poor drunk who picked the wrong door. Just...common sense, yeah?<br/>"Cherry should be by soon with--speak of the devil."<br/>The sound of a key being slid into the apartment safe house's lock rang out, and Cherry stepped in, carrying...a cat? "What the hell Cherry, you were supposed to get her clothes, not go to the pet store." Mallow joked.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Silas took a long breath through his nose at his wife's question, then shook his head. He didn't smell anything, but there weren't many things Kallista could smell that he couldn't, and the elf could hazard a guess as to what it was. "I am not surprised the smell of death would pervade this place, but...it's odd that it would be here." He mused. Though the rooms on either side of the hall had become less residential and more business-like, there were still a few apartment-like suites to be found. Silas would have thought any blatant murder would be kept away from such spaces. Of course, the other option was not really any more appealing. "Unless someone is dying. But that begs the question, who among this group that possesses its own team of doctors, could be dying?" A smirk formed on his slender face. "Perhaps we should investigate." He said, childlike excitement clear in his eyes. Silas didn't love anything or anyone more than Kallista, but the unknown, a potential new adventure, came in a fairly close second.