[Aren has been rather quiet so far, less pensive than she is alert. Her movements are careful, guarded, and her hands are ready to reach for her blades at a moment's notice. The eerieness doesn't go unnoticed, but she refuses to let it get the better of her. Barkspawn, the large war hound at her side, whines a little at Cole's words, evidently feeling the same way.]

...yeah, I feel it, too. I've seen my share of creepy places, but at least those had something to fight in them. This is just so fucking empty. [Shudder.]

Working in pairs sounds good to me.