The response is hardly a reassuring one, serving only to put Beverly more on edge, her hands curling around the hems of her sleeves. She can't argue with that, though. She can sign a little, but none of them is fluent, and inside and downstairs, they'll at least be able to have a real conversation. Whatever this is about — and it's hard to stop herself from listing a bunch of possible worst-case scenarios — it'll be easier if they can actually talk, rather than stiltedly signing out here in the backyard.

Trying to ignore the twisting feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach, she nods in turn, then glances over at Jamie as Eddie walks into the house. There's nothing to do but follow along, keeping her breathing calm and her steps even until they're safely in the basement. She exhales then like she's been holding her breath, glancing between the two of them with obvious worry.

"What's going on?" she asks, a shaky bite in her voice born out of fear. "Tell me."