[The look in her face cycles rapidly from confusion, to flickering concern, to something that looks very like a kind of certainty bubbling up past either of those things to furrow her brow. It's not the answer she was expecting, obviously. But also, it doesn't exactly contradict her thinking.

(She doesn't like that too bright tone of his, either. It sticks as off to the ear.)]

I'm not sure yet. [Yes she is.] Like you said, we'll start with checking the house. Maybe the others will know something we don't.

[They must be the first ones awake. Somewhere nearby, her family hasn't yet jolted into consciousness. Obviously. Because otherwise—

Maureen gives him a too tight, equally manufactured smile and makes to pull open the bedroom door.]