Kanoa let out a chuckle filled with more than a hint of irritation. Not only had Jackson left his position at the entrance, leaving Maxwell alone, but he had come in to call her reliability into question. "You aren't sure if I know what I'm doing?" She said, her tone teetering on the edge between saccharine and vexation. She shoved her hands into her pockets and let out a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down. She understood that he may be afraid, but that was no excuse to deflect his fears onto her. She turned towards the staircase, ready to check on the others, but they were just now coming down. 

August wanted to leave, now. Kanoa ventured a guess that she had seen something with her ability that disturbed her. She felt a little guilty, it was her that put the girl in this situation in the first place, and it wasn't going to become any easier. 

"Sure, we're done here." The club leader headed for the entrance, exiting the house of living wood into the forest. Stopping a few meters away from the home she stood in front of Jackson.

"Jackson, I know what I'm doing. Surely I don't need to remind you that this is an investigation at the moment. Plans are not enacted in an investigation, instead, procedure is followed. If I explain everything at once to you all then there is a very good chance that it won't sink in. You aren't taught the history of a country all in one day, and let me assure you, you have an entire new world of history to learn."

Kanoa sighed and ran a hand through her hair, and turned to the group that had searched the second floor. "Anyway... What did you all discover?"