Triple C Brigade
"No," she continued in that soft voice, "It's not the swamp." Her gaze turned to Caleb. They both knew and that growling confirmed it. "Sulphur. Usually, that means something very freshly demonic. Not always, mind you, but usually. Not like the ones at the circus..." No fear. She couldn't show fear. Fear was an open door. Catherine wiped her eyes, crossed herself, and rolled her shoulders to steel herself against whatever was in the plantation.
A weak smile formed which she showed to Callum, "Oh, if anything jumps out here, it won't be trying to scare us." There was a pause, a beat, before she added, "It'll be trying to kill us." They should have left. They should have turned around immediately and gone. But the whole thing was dreadfully interesting.
"There is an answer here," she said to them both, balling her hands into tight fists, "We have a choice. Go in and find it... Or run away. But whatever it is might move. We might lose the answer." The best choice was to run but they had come so far and if they found a little more of the solution before leaving, maybe Kennet and the witches and Management could work something out from a distance. "Your choice."