[Veronica didn't have the imagination necessary to be scared of what could be in the dark and so she holds onto the proffered hem of his jacket because she genuinely can't see very well like this, staying close as she had been told.]
...An exterminator of what?
[Her tone is neutral even as she turns her eyes to him in the gloom, listening to the creaking and sighs of what she supposes is someone's idea of a very drafty old house.]
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...An exterminator of what?
[Her tone is neutral even as she turns her eyes to him in the gloom, listening to the creaking and sighs of what she supposes is someone's idea of a very drafty old house.]