Jynmi was nervous, but this wasn't new, and he knew how to deal with it.  It wasn't hard either.  He learned the trick awhile ago when he was playing Deadspace, the first survivor horror game he took to with the serious intent of seeing it through to the end.  Just keep moving, and that was it.  Pause, and wait around for the nerves to calm down and your head to give a soothed nod to go ahead because it wasn't in danger of blowing up anymore, and you'd never venture into the next room.  So he found the hill and headed up.  There was a woman there, and another man, who didn't look happy to be there.  Good, if nothing else, there was that much in common.  

"Morning."  Jynmi said out of habit.  "Evening."  He said out of the realization that morning stopped being a thing for that day around six hours ago.  "This is the place, right?"  He looked to one stranger and then the other.  "Is this the place?"  He couldn't wait much longer before his hand, on its own, took a paper back out of his pocket, and he started reading.  "Well, I'll just wait awhile, and see if anything happens.  If not, I'll go home.  No hard feelings.  I got some exercise, and there's the Dresden files here to keep me coming."  With that his eyes turned to the pages, and he glued them there so they couldn't wonder off and get him into some kind of trouble like last time with that one guy, the one with all the tats, who didn't like his wondering eyes.