She was cold, but that had fever and twenty-nine years of living in Los Angeles to blame, not her clothes. She let it slide; petty grievances were just as likely to be nerves as wearing inappropriate, but comfortable, clothing. He didn't seem worried about going out, but she'd never seen him be visibly worried. Hmm.

"I thought you were the one who knew her?" Lana said, trailing off delicately. "I wouldn't have the first idea what her motivations would be."

"But the simplest explanation is usually the best. In this case, that she intends to join us, but isn't having much luck. We'll have to make a decision before long." Two could move more quickly, but only if they were healthy. "I'd prefer it if we had someone unaffected in the group."