[ Quietly flips through said magazine, only the few instances of an eyebrow raised denoting some sort of reaction. ]

Isn't that suspicious of, y'know, them? I mean, they gave us money and jobs and a temporary place to stay— [ This is too far from being home. ] —so why all of this...?

[ Finishing off with snapping the magazine shut and tossing it somewhere behind her. ]

... I'm guessing we shouldn't turn on the lights.