Dev shrugged. "Sure, I guess." He looked at it with a bit more of an interrested eye - now that it was out of the sand, it definitely looked... different.

Hadn't he read somewhere the fort had become obsolete in the mid-19th century or something? Regardless of when it had been, it looked out of place compared to everything else that surrounded them. The rotting wood, the ancient horseshoe, and the tin - it all seemed to match, but this silvery pendant didn't match.

Also, didn't things rust faster in water? Dev hadn't been expecting to find anything in the water, but the small gem of knowledge pinged against his consciousness as he took it from Orsion, examining it more closely.

It just looked out of place. Dev couldn't exactly place why, but it just did.

He relayed that to Orsion. "Don't you think it feels a bit odd to find this kind of jewelery thing around here? Surely someone else would have found it - if it was dropped by someone, they would have picked it up, or the looters would have gotten it." He pinched the chain with his thumb and forefinger and held it up to the light, where it gleamed like it hadn't rusted or tarnished at all. Which was another thought that he spoke out loud, more to himself now. "Plus, why wouldn't it have rusted or tarnished?"

He couldn't exactly figure it out or place why it just felt wrong. TThere were probably a million good explanations as to why it was like this.

But it just felt... off. Somehow. Dev couldn't exactly place it, before he just dropped his hand and slid the pendant into his pocket.

Dev loooked at Orsion's retreating form, before sighing and giving it up. If Orsion didn't think anything felt off about the pendant-y thing that was now sitting in the bottom of his left pocket, so be it.

Trying (but somewhat failing) to get rid of the little bug that had wormed itself into his mind at the thoughts of the necklace,he continued wandering the direction he had been going, towards the ruined pier.

As expected, he looked, scuffed the sand with his shoes, around the wodden poles... nothing. Not even the barest scrap of anything.

Then again, they had found three things already across the time they had spent here. Which, if he was being honest, had been a decent bit of time.

After a while, it was proving that the underside of the pier was esseentially pointless to search. Sighing loudly, he sat on one of the posts of the old pier that were all that were left,looking out at the lake.

He was pretty hot. It had been a bit, and the fort hadn't provided any roof of sorts against the sun - which he glared up at in annoyance, before looking back at where Orsion seemed to be digging - or doing something? - to the sand dune.

Maybe he should just take a quick dip in the lake too cool himself off? He briefly though about it, before discarding it. No point, and he'd just get wet and soggy from it. Instead, he just looked out across the lake, just breathing and hoping that he could cool down somehow.

Dev rose from where he was sitting on the broken pier's legs, kneecaps cracking alarmingly as he did so. Sparing a brief frown at them - damn, they didn't have to have cracked so loudly - he looked over to where Orsion was, indeed, holding a perfectly intact and still-working watch.

While Orsion may have been able to dismiss it, at this point Dev just couldn't understand. Why would there be a perfectly serviceable watch be lying out in the middle of nowhere? Plus, didn't watch batteries last only five or ten years?

Orsion didn't seem concerned about it, however. So Dev dropped it - at least, he tried to. Yet again, like the necklace had earlier, it just felt... slightly off.

By then, he had moved to Orsion's side, where he was dusting his feet off. Considering voicing what his concernes over the watch were, he eventually dropped that too - he didn't need to be that guy who kept saying negative stuff. They found some cool things, stuff they could probably show off to the teacher during the presentation, and that was that. It couldn't be anything else, because who would honestly care about a rotting fort?

"You think we should just go now?" While Dev was definitely a bit sweaty, he was getting more uncomfortable of the situation by the minute. While it wasn't anything objectifiable, and doubtlessly Orsion didn't feel it in the same way, he never liked finding things that they couldn't explain.

Such as a watch and a necklace in pefect condition in the middle of a rotting fort.

The lake did look nice and cooling for sweaty Dev, but then Orsion's car that would get them away from here looked nicer.

"I mean... we got what we were after. And..." crap, he just realized that it was only four in the afternoon, "I guess we should start heading back soon? Well, no rush of course." He didn't want to be too difficult to deal with - if Orsion wanted to stay, he'd just have to grit his teeth and suck it up without showing it in his body language.

Deverick shrugged, then nodded amicably. "I guess that works. I just..." he looked out of the window at the fort again. Really, he just kind of didn't want to be around the rotting wooden monstrosity - it gave him a bad feel - but Orsion had justified it with his own reasons. While it wasn't entirely why Dev wanted to get the heck out of here, it worked. "... yeah. I do have a bunch of stuff to do this afternoon before tomorrow." The statement wasn't wrong. But it wasn't really the main reason.

A light drizzle began as he watched the fort, pretty much just expressing what he felt like now. Granted, they had a bunch of cool items that would definitely score them marks - the medicine can and the horseshoe - but everything else was just... eh. Considering they had found so much things that they could use, he should feel triumphant, or happy or sorts.

He just didn't.

It could have just been his personality, or he'd just had a bad day, but he didn't. Muted, not really processing the view outside of the car's window and more or less lost in his thoughts - it wasn't really him, anyway.

So he was just... silent. Not really for any reason, but the trip had unsettled him more than it had accomplished stuff for their project. And he just couldn't explain why.

Ugh. He was being idiotic (again). And he couldn't help it.

Under normal circumstances, Orsion wouldn't have said anything. And this wasn't a normal circumstance but he was picking up on something that Deverick was hiding. There was a tone behind his voice, the way he moved. It was a hesitation, a reluctance and perhaps an avoidance connecting to something.

What it was, Orsion wasn't quite sure yet. But he'd figure it out eventually. It would take a bit of thinking and he'd keep an eye on it for the future. If Dev pulled out of the project, Orsion would want to know why and when so that he could prepare himself to do the whole thing on his own.

There was something hiding in his tone and words. The way he had trailed off, hadn't finished his sentence. He restated what he had started to say and then had fallen silent throughout the drive. Even when the rain began to fall down, tapping lightly against the Pontiac's windshield, Orsion couldn't get a word out of him and after a few minutes ... stopped trying.

He pulled toward the campus once again, glancing up at the sky briefly.

"Where's your dorm?" He finally asked, "I'll drop you off so you don't have to walk home in the rain."

The dorm wasn't too far away from his own, at the least, and Orsion pulled up in front of it to let him out before heading back to his own. Not that he minded the rain in particular but it usually made for a poor walk.