"Guess we're all that now." Ty said, not sure if he liked the term all that much. It had a connotation of being wrong, or freakish, though he supposed it wouldn't be an incorrect assessment of a bunch of clones running around in a backwards town. He led her over to the storage shed, grabbing one of the knives just in case, not wanting to grab anything larger in case it was seen as an act of aggression.

As she picked through everything, Ty leaned against the shed's wall, frowning slightly. If this woman had seen the Observers, or the Cabal as she called them, she'd be the first that he knew of. "What do the Cabal look like? And what reason would they have to bring people here?"

The next question, however, knocked some of his seriousness from his expression, his mouth quirking up slightly. "Could be. All we're missing is a lady churning butter."