[ She sniffs around the junk, pocketing the crayons when she's pretty sure America's preoccupied with something else. They are necessary for investigative purposes. Also drawing purposes. But mostly investigative purposes. ]

I don't smell anyone on them. Besides you, of course. And you're not the only one who's been finding shit. [ She pulls a black piece of shattered plastic out of her pocket and lies it on the table, next to Namine's things. ] It doesn't mean either of them are actually here.