Already upstairs, Rosinante heads down to meet Kuai without too much delay. He's as eager as ever to get back out in that forest, for even if it's dark and strange, it's preferable to sitting around, wasting time.

The cool air, first in days, is refreshing, and so too was an actual night of sleep for the first time in a week. Those burial markers vanished and have not yet returned. Few seem to have seen what happened to him, and he's glad for it. Feeling refreshed (or as much as he can, through the cigarette withdrawals), and like he has some sort of purpose again, he even took the time for makeup this morning, with lipstick and bright yellow beams of light below his right eye. Symbolic, cheerful, something to try and make himself feel better.

He raises a hand in greeting and scoots aside a chair to join Kuai at the table by sitting on the floor, with his lantern beside him. "So. We have some decisions to make, don't we?" he asks rather rhetorically as he withdraws his tablet from a pocket to find his conversation with Winters. The man is certainly useful, even if cryptic.

"We're not the first to think about going toward the lighthouse. Did you hear what others have found so far?"