Ignoring the taunting, Jess straightened with the key in his hand. She could wait a little.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't the broken nail or bit of scrap metal his eye had thought it was from the periphery of his vision. Small and old-looking, the key looked like the kind a person would use on the rooms or a personal drawer, though Jess thought the shape was wrong to fit one of the doors. Made for something else, then.

"Must have been dislodged in the earthquake," he observed. Technically, it'd been his find but Raven had been the one to guide him in its direction, and so he turned and tossed it to her. "Was that what you were looking for?"