Jade staggered along with Delaney a few more steps, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her senses shrouded in the penumbra. After a few more stiff steps though, she seems to shake it off, scrubbing at her eyes with the heel of her palm. "This place has the spiritual life of a fucking Waffle house. Whatever creepy shit we're looking for, is on<em>this</em>side, I think." She blinks rapidly, and shakes her head with a rattle of the beads laced through her locks. "Not even a scab bird pecking around for a french fry."<br/><br/>Once the fuzziness is cleared from her vision, she looks from Delaney, to the drinks in her hand. "Anything good? Or are you just getting n early start?" She grins crookedly, letting her attention wander. Her brows knit together, and she rises on her toes, her sneakers buckling along the ancient faultlines of the rubber "I can't tell one blonde swimsuit model from another, but... isn't that Miss Lizard getting her tits honked, over there?"