Heather didn't want to talk about it, especially when he added that last part to his miniature speech. She wasn't able to spend time with him in a more laid back environment, but when there were monsters and ghosts involved, he was all for it. So she was bitter, but at the same time, she thought her feelings on it all were pretty valid. She cared about him so much, but she was truly tired of being pulled back and forth by him.
"Yeah, I know," was all she said, moving forward into the restaraunt. It looked like it had been evacuated when everyone was seated for dinner, as chairs were left pulled out, plates with half-eaten meals were left on the tables, and the place just looked like a mess in general.
She walked a few steps forward, then stopped dead. She didn't turn her head, but instead swiveled her gaze around the large room until it rested on a vent on the wall near the ceiling in the corner. Something was in there, she heard it plain as day. She easily recognized the sound of something clanging and scraping against metal, and within an instant, she was moving to get a chair and carry it over to the vent, positioning it beneath it and trying to give herself some added height to pull the cover off and see what was moving in there. However, she still couldn't reach, and that was when she looked to Sam again. "Give me a boost."