Having slept most of the way, Laura yawned when the doors opened, stretching and letting her back make little cricks and groans.  She got out and rubbed her eyes, her hair a little messed up, but nothing a few quick swats at with her hands wouldn't fix.  She was pretty laid back about her hair.  She heard Sakura yelling towards the house nearby, and said, "Jeez, Sakura, announce to the entire county that we're here.  That's a fine way to get shot real quick."<br/><br/>Going to the back of the van, she opened the door and grabbed her backpack, which had a change of clothes and some books.  She also had a first aid kit, figuring someone was going to do something stupid and get hurt, and a little journal that she planned to write in.  Walking back around to where Sakura was, she said, "People around here don't like strangers.  Screaming at the top of your lungs is only going to piss them off if they hear you."<br/><br/>A breeze came up, blowing through the material of her dress and making it flutter.  Her dress was a one piece affair, hugging her body in some places, flowing loosely in others, and some said it made her look like a witch, others a gothed out hippie.  Regardless, she wore it, with white socks and slippers.<br/><br/>Looking out over the property, she said, "I'd say we go up the road towards the house.  If someone lives there, we apologize and claim we're just lost.  If it's empty, we check to make sure no one lives there before we just hang around.  If we go up expecting to just spend the night, we could get in some serious trouble."  Growing up in poor areas had taught Laura the importance of respecting people on property like this.