"There's a pawn shop near our building," she says, because she kind of goes in there a lot and has maybe decorated almost her entire apartment with things she's found there. She's realized a long time ago that she's never going to live somewhere with marble countertops and cool, clean lines, not only because she can't afford it, but because when she wanted that, she was pretending to be someone other than herself.

"They might have one. Because I'm pretty sure my place didn't come with one, which probably means your place didn't come with one either." On the other hand, she's never actually checked, so she can't be sure. "What if there's something totally creepy on there like the video in the Ring? What if we only get seven days to live after we watch it?" She's mostly joking, but even as she says it, she realizes she's not as excited to watch it as she thought she was. This entire place has been good to her for the most part and now that she's trying to unravel things she's a little nervous about pissing it off. If they delve too deeply into what's behind the envelopes, they might actually discover something and she suddenly doesn't know if that's such a good idea.