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April Mendez didn't have a fear of the dark. On the contrary, it made her feel calm...it peaked her interest. It was mysterious. It could be vast nothingness, or it could be something behind every corner. It was full of surprises. That mirrored the way their night was going completely. She reaches forward, a lopsided grin turning the corners of her mouth up before she grabs his hand. That warmth floods through her body and her brain is still trying to decide if it wants to blame the alcohol or Phil. " I wouldn't dream of it, that would be just plain rude." She jokes before her hand squeezes his. AJ steps into the darkness and lets her combat boot clad feed hit the surface, nothing special to her. She looks around and sees boxes, planks of wood, and junk...but she knows better. Junk isn't always just junk. She walks forward, one hand still holding Phil's while the other picks up an old, oil lamp. A laugh escapes her before she turns to him. " I look like a fucking crypt keeper...and I love it." She jokes while holding it up near her face, a goofy expression being shown in his direction.