"I can show you," Corwin answers, eager to help in any way he can, having spent a lot of her tirade of swearing cringing and sure she's furious at him, too, in all that. The windows are safe-- they're all covered in heavy curtains. You'd have to come right up to the windows themselves to peer in to take advantage of any slivers between or around them. The house is cluttered and slightly awkward in layout, but not dirty in any way.

He hustles over to a battered but sturdy looking laptop on an unevenly balanced coffee table, flipping it open to boot it up. "I watch a few sites that traffic in supernatural things. It's really useful. I never expected to see you on it, though."