"Yeah, definitely creepy," Carla Jean says, mouth twisting into a frown. She doesn't reach for her gun, but she's distinctly more aware of it, about as suddenly as the singing voice drifted to them in the first place. "You think someone's actually there?" With as eerie as this place is, it wouldn't surprise her if there weren't, disinclined though she usually is to believe in anything like that. Obviously, here, the normal rules don't apply.