“I did use to live in England,” Chloe points out. “But I'm interested. You caught some around here?” She's pretty good at hunting and trapping by now, but shooting birds is different.

She leans back in her seat, crossing her legs with a foot on her knee. “Yeah. I went to check it out with Billy Gibson, one of the sailors? We were looking around on the main floor and suddenly, out of nowhere, the whole place was on fire! We barely made it out a window, then when I turned around the house wasn't burning anymore. It was fucked up.”