"Welcome home, honey," Jennifer joked as she squeezed Vin's hand, although the mineshaft felt more like a prison than anything else to her. She narrowed her eyes in an attempt to pick up anything beyond the pitch-black tunnel, but she could only make out an infinite amount of darkness.

Over the course of the past few days, her internal wounds had become much less painful and was causing her nothing more than mild discomfort. Jennifer's attitude had somewhat improved with her slight recovery, but she was still wary of the group from Harlan. She didn't have anything against them, but she did notice that their personalities seemed a bit off, maybe even hostile. Jennifer didn't worry too much about it though, figuring it was her own mind to blame for any feelings of prejudice she had towards people from small towns. But who could blame her, she'd been a city girl all her life and that would never change.

When Vin broke the silence and suggested she go in ahead to investigate, Jennifer shuddered at the idea of what she might find in that forsaken hole. Whatever rodents she happened to come across would be the least of her worries. 

"Nate, why don't you and your brothers go ahead and make sure it's safe? It's not like we'll notice whether one of you go missing."