Hazel caught Haley's glare at James' back. Her eyes widened in slight surprise. Mark wasn't kidding about the tension in the air with those two. World War Three, indeed.

She turned to follow him, placing her hand lightly on his back between his shoulder blades in order to keep up. Her eyes were having some trouble adjusting to the gloom of the basement. She didn't like to admit it, but someday soon she would have to get glasses. No one else in her family needed them. Why couldn't she get those genes? 

Her other hand brushed along the wall, trying to be sure she kept her balance. 'Screw it,' She thought after a moment, and placed both hands on Mark's shoulders. It made her feel better.

"You definitely know how to show a girl a good time." She said nervously. "I guess it's some kind of real estate law the basements be creepy, huh? Or maybe that's just an Alaska thing."