While Howard's inside, Diana keeps her eyes peeled for movement outside. As she keeps watch, her nails scratch at the ruined paintwork of the fence. Tracing around a knot in the woodwork, she resumes a train of thought she had earlier before Howard returns.

"Thanks, Howie." She teases, fluttering her lashes and smirking. "Love ya."

She grips the bottle in her hand and looks down at it. "We need something to carry all this in. A bag or pack."

A thought hits her but she keep it to herself for the moment.

She turns to look down the row of houses. "I wonder if any of these places had kids in them."