Derrick was going to look around, he didn't think they'd be here for too long. But as it was? This place seemed thus far as good as any others to hole up for a little while. Although appearances could be deceiving. To his surprise though, Hackett stopped him. He looked at her with a skeptical look, especially when she touched his shoulder. Looking at the woman as if she was addled in the brain for a second, he smirked and was getting ready to open his mouth to tell her where to stick it. There it was though, she handed him a picture. Derrick paused for a moment before looking down at it, it felt like being hit in the gut and his entire stance had dropped. Gazing down into the dead memories, he closed his eyes for a moment and tried to regain his composure.<br/><br/>There was no way in hell he'd allow anyone to see him at his weakest, so Derrick made his way back to his bag and carefully placed the picture inside of it. Clearing his throat gently, he wondered just what this new development meant. It was irrelevant currently, he'd figure things out later. In the meantime? He needed something to do, and so Derrick looked around for any sort of diversion that might exist in the house. Although his sidearm was kept in hand, in case there were any surprises.<br/><br/>Moving near a dusty doorway, he wearily placed an ear to the door. Listening for any kind of activity. Hearing nothing, Derrick slowly opened the door and looked around. The room was empty of all life, yet at the same time there was a comforting calm. Derrick kneeled down for a second and took a quick look around, frowning some as he went through a small book shelf. Curiously grabbing one of the books, he opened it but was disappointed to find the writing? Definitely wasn't in a language he knew how to read. Tossing it back onto the shelf, he muttered<strong>"OK, I seriously need to find some way to kill the time. This is getting absurd..."</strong><br/><br/>After exiting the room, Derrick decided that maybe having that "talk" with Hackett would at least provide some measure of entertainment. Still, he couldn't help but wonder just how she got that picture or what was going through that head of hers. It just didn't make any sense whatsoever. Pacing through a hallway, Derrick had roamed freely for a few minutes until hearing what sounded like a woman's voice and running water. Perking up an eyebrow some, he rested his back against the wall and tried to listen from outside the door. The voice sounded somewhat like Hackett's and he didn't assume she was crazed enough to have a conversation with herself. If he went in there though? He was pretty sure that would lead to a pretty violent confrontation, but at the same time? He was a red blooded male all the same.<br/><br/>Rolling his eyes, he shouted at the doorway<strong>"So I suppose that conversation should wait, darlin'? I'll assume your not decent currently!"</strong>