"Vell... non. Not really. I 'aven't seen anything suspicious all day, people 'ave come and people 'ave gone, like alvays. So we could start anyvhere -- perhaps, my cabín?" She grinned subtly at the twins, taking one of each of their hands in hers and slithering between them.<br/><br/>"Mayhaps ze big scary killer went zhere, looking for zheir next targéte grande... I really do not know. Ve could find anyzhing, anyvhere."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>