Oblivious to possibly incriminating himself, John asked, "Is Nettie the one with the long neck?" He tilted his head and ran the back of a finger along his own. "About this tall," he gestured at his shoulder, "Fair hair, say... fifteen years old?" He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall. "If so, I've no idea where she's gone off to. She invited me in and I haven't seen her since. It's quite unfortunate, too, because I'd like to have a talk with the lady about her house."