Ellie gives him a searching look, longer by maybe one second than it needs to be, before she nods and they head out. She's got her cloak on, her Riftwatch pins visible. The actual uniform is so close to what she normally wears, she doesn't bother.

Tucking her hair behind one ear, she sets a steady pace in the right direction, doesn't assume they need to slow down for John's leg. She'll adjust as needed and without comment.

"I scouted out some stuff here a while back," she says. "Some old guy died and left behind a bunch of books and artifacts, and of course he was into the weird shit. It wouldn't surprise me if getting weird shit moved has gotten harder around here."

It's not code, exactly, but if you know you know.