It's not a half bad idea. Staying here would put me more at ease.

[Ajax idly wonders if she's noticed the stress lines forming in his face, sighing with relief that maybe, just maybe, they'll have somewhere truly safe to stay. He moves to go over the pictures once again, scanning each one carefully.]

I don't recognize any of these people either, so if any of them share the same fate as us, they're not associated with the Dufonts. At least, as far as I know. So we should be the only ones who can get in here.

[He turns back to her, leaning heavily on his stick. He still is tired and sore, and he's already moved a lot today and had a lady fall right onto his broken chest.]

Want to head upstairs with me? I want to see the rest of the house, before I get too caught up with looking at all these old photos, haha.