Tara, Lennon, open
Tara shivered slightly as she tried to wrap her mind around the idea of what kind of people these were, what kind of place this was. "I was in the barn," she admitted. "I didn't ... hear anyone. I don't even think the horses were acting weird." But ... they probably wouldn't have been; there was enough turnover on the staff that most of them were used to strangers. And they weren't like dogs. Though that did make her wonder where all the dogs had been ... usually there was at least one hanging around the barn. Not that it mattered now, she guessed. However it had happened, she was here, now.
She did glance over at the 'awesome' and smiled slightly. "I got one too," she admitted. Which reminded her that later she'd have to post some sort of thank you to these people, along with her apology for not getting them things.
"Eighty?" She repeated, gazing over at him with a pained expression that clearly said 'I hope you're joking'. "That's awful," she continued. That was like having her grandfather here for pity's sake. Which brought her thoughts around to family again, and the recollection of Carter's shirt, hidden away in a drawer upstairs. "Do they ever ... kidnap people from the same family? Like have parents or siblings or anything shown up here?" She paused. "I ... found one of my brother's shirts in the ... store." She guessed if anyone would know, it would be someone who'd been here the whole time, right?