Half of her wants to back up as he steps closer, but most of her is too curious to miss out on whatever he's alluding to. Her hand curls tight around a book she's barely looked at.

The way her eyebrows shoot up should make it obvious that she really, really doesn't.

"You're kidding," she says. If he's kidding, that's a terrible thing to joke about. But-- that can't possibly be true.

In Craiger? A killer here?