Winnifred had arrived with the others, and she was sans hammer - probably not a big deal to others yet, but to her this was a risky gamble.  Before stepping away from the car she had hovered around the front seat for a while, leaning over the tool and whispering to it.  Quiet assurances...for her or for the hammer?  Who knows.  If you wanna figure it out you gotta do some detective work.

Despite clearly having something wrong with her Ms. Pylypyshyn had a good sense regarding her own appearance, and how most people tended to react around the sort who look strung out while covered in tattoos...since she was sans coat, one could see a good amount of them up her arms.  The others were standing front and center while she hung out in the corner, faintly attempting to hide herself behind a potted plant.

And also talking to a door.

[i]"Excuse me,"[/i] she whispered into the doorframe from a couple of inches away, [i]"I would like a moment.  Think, if you can.  How far back do you remember?  Aside from the two who live in this house, has anyone else come inside?"[/i]