Mercy nods, looking around the house they've found themselves in. There's plastic furniture that indicates a cozy little New England townhouse. One of the walls is bright teal, which is, at least, a nice color. She starts moving toward the back of the house, wanting to check on all potential points of egress here.

"Feels like they're trying to trap us, aye. They covered the whole of Grove Street near the cemetary in something that looked terrible sticky. Maybe we're food for them?"