Upon seeing Ken leaning back against the car, Sandra's fingers hopped deftly back into her purse, tossing the keys up into the air with a bit of flair to catch the unlocker and click the doors open for him.  With another quick toss, they landed back in her purse, her attention only briefly and infinitesimally diverted from the task at hand.<br/><br/>"You're part of the heritage group, aren't you?" she asked gently, "I heard about a group that wanted to do some excavation nearby.  Is that you and yours?"  As she talked to him, her eyes and ears stayed wide open, careful for ambushes.  All too often she had been witness to a group attempting to silence an overt speaker and leave everyone in ignorance; she didn't want to fall for such a trick this time.  "If you tell us what's going on, we'll deal with it.  I'm sure you'd rather that 'they' be truly dead than asleep, but you need to tell us what 'they' are."