The group had finally found refuge from the downpour they were caught in while tracking the 'demon' (~alien~) that had killed some people in town, albeit being a very large and expensive looking paddlewheel steamboat upsidedown in the middle of the New Mexico desert hundreds and hundreds of miles away from any river big enough to hold it, but they made do with what they could get.

Woodrow, Emmett, and Nat were in one of the separate rooms getting a fire going and preacher Meacham was teaching Doc how to shoot a gun in another room.

Jake was in a more quiet room that he'd found to finally get some peace, the room was likely once the private cabin of the captain. He took his shirt off and washed himself off in the little waterfall of water pouring from a hole in the ceiling until he turned and noticed you standing quietly, having been there the whole time.

Jake paused for a moment, startled to almost embarrassment; he cleared his throat. "You been standin' there long?" He asked as he wiped his hands and face.