[Jamil’s only thinking of himself, really. He considers the well-being of other people when it pertains to him. It would inconvenience him greatly if everyone started panicking.

...Hopefully he won’t be around for that. Or at the very least he’ll be hunkered down somewhere relatively safe by nightfall.]

Yeah, I’ve seen some apartment buildings.

[And motels, but those seem much less secure. If there aren’t any workers, would there still be room keys lying around to lock their doors? Jamil isn’t expecting a full-out invasion or anything, but... he doesn’t even know why he’s here. Everyone else seems to be confused, too. Why take any chances when something about this place is so clearly wrong?

He’s so used to planning for other people’s lives and how his entangles with theirs. Not his own. Never singular.]

We could check them out sometime, maybe. After... [He tugs out another clump of vines, making a little pile at the base of the statue.] All this.

[Jamil looks to the sky, still clouded with a light fog.]

Before dark.