"The kind with a quick maintenance crew, I hope," she said, muttering darkly. She took up a post on a fairly empty wall, paying closer attention to the other tenants than perhaps was required. The longer she looked, the more appealing Fiona's suggestion struck her; she began to see leaving as not just a relief, but an escape, freeing her from an oppressive and rapidly growing sense of discomfort. But she fought all this down, covering herself in a thin veneer of normalcy if only for her sister's sake.
"Do you know any of these people?" she asked, her voice a stadium whisper. "I met someone running on the beach a while back, but I think he moved out. Now I'm kind of at a loss."