"Sometimes." She nodded but her expression and tone said that more often than not a cigar was something big and ugly that wanted to eat your face. She was willing to go with the working theory that there wasn't anything to worry about, but she was a bit more on guard.
"Anyway." She thinks she will keep her research partner out of this conversation. "There was a mental institution built on the grounds the gates are at. It wasn't a popular decision for it to be so close to town. I couldn't find out what happened because a lot of things are blacked out or missing entirely. My bet is we find out what happened we got a possible answer on how the gates came to be."