"Tell me it's not." He isn't sure if it is or not, but he doesn't like the thought. He's been caught up in enough curses for a lifetime. Really, going on about his third lifetime at this point.

"You checked the storerooms? Items there I don't think they gave us. I mean, those damn walking blanket snuggy things? Come on. Someone else left those behind. Not their present to us," he notes, shaking his head at the thought of it.

He snorts then, rolling his eyes. "One of them seemed to be. Then when I couldn't walk because of the grenade, she left. No idea how far she got before her sister found her."