Jaye was fine, of course, just wishing they could be somewhere else and not, you know, sneaking around in an abandoned building, filled with dust, chasing down ghosts that may or may not exist. Being told to relax never really helped things, either, because one could argue that Jaye didn't exactly know how to do just that. So he looked over at Lane, not quite glaring, but it was a look his twin knew well. It was the "Oh great, now you've just cursed us and I'm going to say 'I told you so' when this is over" look.
"Not all of us are so keen as to show off every single second of our lives," he reminded Lane. "Besides, the backlash would be a bitch if you screwed up." And they all knew what that was like, having practiced enough magic in the past to know what happened when you made a mistake. Jaye was just fine with his flashlight, thank you, and Lane could be as showy as he pleased.
For now, though, he followed Skye into the living room. Had someone taken care of this place, it would have been really nice; it was big, and open, and looked plenty fancy. Now it was all broken furniture and despair. Jaye was going to say something else, but he felt that wind Skye mentioned, too. It was almost cold to the touch, too much so for the autumn weather around them. "Yeah," Jaye murmured. "Lane?" Because if Lane felt it too, then that meant it was definitely something.