I shrug a bit.  best cut to the chase, avert any disagreement.  I knot the simple hat cord in my gloved fingers, let it go.  "Maybe do both.  If these are outskirt raids we might not even hear'em.  Of course, it's been my experience that sometime's it's a mite bit hard to notice if there's somebody... dying..."  My eyes stare bast the barnwood walls into the void of memory, where spectres dance so easily, out in the night beyond.  "Sometimes, that is.  But the kind of killin' that's bein' done here?  Whole families?"  She shakes her head a bit.  "Either these people ain't hearin' it happen, or they don't<i>want</i>to hear it."<br/><br/>I lean a bit more forward and tepee my fingers together under my chin.  I meet Logan's gaze as I'm sure he was expecting me too.  I hate to be rude, but I don't know much how to play nice or flirt, so I just give a little nod and my lips tighten in what could be a smile, I hope.  "I agree that goin' alone is kinda like fishing for razor-mouths with your dick.  You might catch one, but would you want to haul it in?"  I grin a bit, then catch Brandon's eyes.  "And I agree that we might have a better chance by keepin' watch outside."<br/><br/>Alex hasn't said much, but I trust that she will when she's ready.  I glance at Jenny, then SuLan-- noting SuLan's lack of intensity about the discussion, and Jenny's apparent patience, I think it might be good to get a second opinion or two.  "Other thoughts?"