Rachel's eyes narrow slightly. "Probably not," she replies bluntly.

She has no idea what the gravestones are or who they're for, but if they're Lucy's, it's in her personal opinion that this guy shouldn't be asking questions about them.

Nodding toward the house again, Rachel spears a bit of melon on her fork. "Lucy's usually in the kitchen, or out by the bunker. She can give you the history on things," sort of, if she feels like talking, "but if you want to know about what's going on right now, talk to Mel."