Despite her sister's assurances, Fee knew better. An almost overwhelming sense of foreboding washed over her at Karin's words, her gestures, the awy she pulled her hand through her hair. The mention of the island seemed weird; the encounter with this mystery guy seemed weird. The whole thing stank of bigtime fucked up, and Fee had never been good at sticking to the bright side, even if it'd make someone feel better.
"Don't worry about you my ass. Checking out this island seems like a bad plan," she said. "Sounds creepy as shit."
Despite her baldly stated opinion, she slung her arm through her sister's once again. "But if I know you, you're probably not gonna be able to get shit done until you've checked it twice, so if you want, I'll go with you. There's gotta be boat rentals around here somewhere, right?"
As though to take the edge off her harshness, Fee threw her arms around Karin, squeezing her tight. "You and me, sis! We'll check it out. Maybe there'll be a haunted house run by a creepy old pedo, like on Scooby Doo!"