Trying to follow its edge, Jada doesn't speak, just tries to soundlessly follow the creek's edge, her large eyes dialated to pitch-black pools as she searches the darkness.<br/><br/>The hope of all of this creek ending up somewhere might be too much to hope for... all of this crumbling masonry might indicate that they were in a former government structure..?  She'd seen places like this in her childhood, and knew that, sometimes, entire places could be erased, forgotten... and made into breeding grounds for all sorts of depravity and desperate crime...