Oleta's so close, and holding her, and wants to hold her, and that's very distracting, as is the hint of lips brushing against her cheek, but there is salt in the air. Literally speaking. Not thick enough to say they're on the beach, but present, enough to notice. Enough to wonder about.

And Oleta is moving now, which is something that, historically, Hester has not been well able to convince her not to do. This time, at least, it's the appropriate thing. Exploring, seeking new information. You wouldn't think every single window in such a large apartment building could be boarded up, but you'd be wrong. Every single one they pass is boarded up, and there's no one else. No clothes, either. "We need to find stairs. A ground floor."