[As momentarily irritating as that reaction is for Lauren getting her journal and getting out of here, she can't help but feel her impression of this girl rise a little. She snorts, amused despite herself.]

At least someone in this town thinks normally. Not that I'm going to rob you, mind; I already know what's in that house, and it only has one thing I want.

[She crosses her arms in consideration, weighing her choices, before she admits]

It's a notebook. I put it under the mattress in... [pause, as she tries to picture the layout of the unfamiliar house] I think it's the bedroom on the left at the top of the stairs. The window faces east.

[one of the children's rooms; despite her appearance, Lauren's barely sixteen.]