Mary eyed him. Just silently nodding when he talked about her time at the hospital. It was not something that anyone should be hearing about. It belonged more in a horror movie then here, out on the streets. Mary put her hands in the pocket of her jacket and walked past James towards the well kept house a few houses down the street. "I know we should be careful, I hadn't dared to go there alone, but I think you might be of help. She stopped and made sure he followed her, but then was taken back by his blunt use of words.

She blinked, then smiled at him and shook her head. "Yes, you're in danger. If we don't get of the streets." She shook her head at his attempt at humor, but appreciated it all the same. Mary ducked a little as she walked, looking behind her to James for a second before going to a gate and ending up in a back yard. It was quite dark by now, but still enough to see by. "Help me up," Mary said and waited for James to fold his hands together for her to get a boost. She placed one of her boots on his hands and the other on a branch in the hedge. When she looked over it, she saw the house she was looking for. However, it looked well maintained and difficult to get into.

She jumped back down, looking up at James. "It seems someone does live there. I don't know what to do."