She only looks more frightened when he says it, more rigid as she stands there in a borrowed t-shirt, her hair a tousled mess. "Don't what?" he says. "Something made this happen, brought this to you like some kind of obscene gift." He gestures towards it, some quick and abortive movement that skirts just shy of actually touching the thing.

"This was used to kill everyone you fucking knew and now it's here. Like a threat."