The barn was blissfully empty. On the walk between buildings she had paid careful attention to the sky, noting that the storm was nowhere near ending. Good news for her, since it meant that she would have plenty of time to snoop before the others returned.

Her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the barn fairly quickly. She immediately went to the far side of the room, the area that Chase had previously kept her out of. A pair of dirty boots was set near a small stepladder. Dirty with oil, she realized.

"Oil? I wonder where it came from…"