Ginger appreciated how understandingd Brian and nodded. "Thanks." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself. Jack ran past, and out onto the lawn. "We don't have time for this sort of thing." He grumbled, despite also being shaken by the little girl's death. He wanted to segue this place so they could rest, but apparently that would have to wait for now. Ginger followed Jack out onto the lawn, sighing.