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Amira silently chastised herself.

"Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. 

The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. 

"That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, [i]too[/i] slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.