Elliot let out a sigh, but said nothing in return. Spencer wasn't that different from Jackson, so he supposed he should be used to being treated like this. Still, that didn't make it any more pleasant. Without a word, he started doing what he was told to.

Jackson decided to pay no attention to Gilwith. Instead, she headed towards the office where they should report the happenings of tonight and knocked at the door before waiting patiently.

The man looked at Trixie and sighed. "I suppose it's no problem, but that decision is not just up to me to make." He said, before getting back into the house for a moment. Soon he got back, this time accompanied by his wife, a slim woman with a pale skin and red eyes. She had numerous scars showing on her skin, with one of the scars crossing her right eye. Her hair was cut short and was dyed the same light colour of gray as her clothes. Her belly was slightly starting to grow. She looked at Trixie's companion and frowned, recognising her face. 
"You can stay here, but only tonight. Tomorrow morning, I want you two gone and if anyone asks, I won't lie about keeping you here, but will cooperate instead, because I'm married and pregnant now, and can't afford getting dragged into your problems." The woman answered before anything was asked, having heard the question already from her husband. Trixie nodded, supposing that it was better than sleeping on the streets.