"Yeah, we'll save the drinks for after," she says with a shrug, and then takes Dane upstairs. While he's gone, Raleigh pokes through the things that're around - the mail, the stacks of books on the table, the whole thing, because she's curious and there's no reason she shouldn't, since she used to live here, and of course she's concerned about her friends.

Her brows arch up at some of the mail, but when she hears the creak of Joel's feet on the stairs she tidies what she'd been looking at, and moves back towards the stairway by the time he gets within sight. "Well, I... hope nothing catches on fire?" She says it with a smile, and she's trying not to seem irritated. "I mean, we're going for better leg, not spontaneous combustion, so hopefully it'll be at least easy to avoid the whole flame thing."

She's trying, sort of, to at least have good humor, but honestly she's doing about as good as he is. She's nervous - incredibly so, and it hurts and she's just.... it's like everything's just getting right on her nerves. She follows him out into the backyard, trying not to think of Spencer's family, the way she always does a little when she's out here.