This was not the first time Jaye had said this was a bad idea from the moment the idea had been revealed to him. Skye sighed, closing her eyes, and nodded patiently to her friend as if to tell him that yes, she knew his feelings on the subject, thank you. And yet he was still here and that was what she cared about. She rolled her eyes at the mention of 911, though inwardly Skye admitted it was probably a good thing. Lane's theory that bad ideas didn't exist wasn't so bad, either. In fact, she tended to agree.
"He's not wrong." She told Jaye, lips flattening into a line as she swatted Lane's overenthusiastic fist-bumping away before wrapping her hands around one of his fits tightly. "Stooooop! You're gonna leave a bruise if you keep that up!" Skye had to let go when Lane ran up the steps, though she wasn't too far behind.
A bright grin lit up Skye's face when Lane urged her to take point, and she pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans before making her slow, creaky way into the house. There were butterflies in her stomach, unmistakable fear of the unknown, but that had never stopped her before. And really; right now the biggest danger they seemed to be in was that of a series of sneezes from all the dust. The foyer was large, with stairs on the left side that accompanied the room's curve as they went up. It seemed to suffer from an over-abundance of mahogany and broken furniture. Perfect.
"Come on!" She urged the twins, voice dropping to an urgent whisper. Somehow it seemed right to speak at that volume while inside the house.