Stan needn't try to hide his skepticism - Ford went into this fully expecting to not be taken seriously. He knows full well how unbelievable all this sounds, especially to someone who hasn't been in this godforsaken town long enough to know the secrets it keeps.

Still, it hurts a little. Of all the people in the world who would take him at his word, he figured it would be his brother. Guess he was wrong - but then, he's been wrong about a lot of things recently.

"...I have sketches, mostly." He admits, as his hand drifts to his rib-cage, his fingers laying flat over something inside his overcoat.

"Most of the creatures I've encountered are elusive, difficult to capture on film. There's a reason they've gone undiscovered for so long."

He pauses, then casts a furtive glance at the boarded up window as if to make sure there was no one was peeking in through the cracks between the boards.