[ Anne's lips press together tightly; her attempt to hold in a smile at Spike. It's hardly the appropriate time to be humored, with a dead body not five meters away from her. ]

Very well, you two may go, but you will use your journal to keep constant contact, yes?

[ She pulls hers out of the pocket in her skirt, holding it up as if they need a reminder of what she's talking about. Anne really wants to go, actually, because her curiosity is just about suffocating her. But she has to pick her duty over that this time. ]

I must remain out here, to assist the survivors and be sure no children attempt to enter on their own. Go with my blessing, and God's love.