Eleanor doesn't press him on the psychic ability any further. It's apparent that he's not in control of it, and that he lacks any clue as to why it's happening. The results are proving kinda helpful, so why question it.

She pulls up when he does and swats absently at him.

"Not so close," she murmurs. "Ear play's a big turn on for me. And I'm already horny."

She then cocks her head, listening.

"Sounds like someone digging."

In daylight, some of the other houses in the hamlet can be seen along the unpaved street out front. They're nothing lavish: just single-story country constructs with good sized yards. And there are no signs of life at any of them. The sounds of spadework seem to be coming from the far side of this one.