[Jim moved to the kitchen with a nod - when he realized Emo couldn't see it, he vocalized his confirmation with a quick 'yeah'. He raised a brow that Emo couldn't see at the black trashbag, but didn't comment. To each his own, right? Kneeling, he pulled two beers out of the trashbag and tucked it away once more, going back to the living room and putting one in Emo's hand.]

There's nothing in there. You probably just heard a rat or something. No big.