"Yeah, I can't help looking into things that don't seem right myself. Can't say I have your sense of smell though," Jo said with a soft smile.
She looked the cabin over and then turned her attention to the bike and the man beside the bike.
"I don't know. It's kind of homey. Then again, before I came to the City I was pretty much living out of motels."
She admired the bike.
"It's a nice bike. Did you have it back home too? The City has a way of sometimes bringing things in that belonged to us before. Then again, it also likes to take those things away or screw with them."
She wasn't still harboring a little bit of resentment over what it had done to the Roadhouse. Or Ted. Nope, not at all.