It's hard for Dana to picture herself in that position; she just can't imagine how she'd stumble into an inscrutable clue that way. Her life is fairly boring, and this sounds like a mystery novel.

"Honestly, I don't know," she muses. Wouldn't she-- well, if the police wouldn't listen, who could she go to? Her parents, maybe? But if they didn't believe her, either?

"What did you find?" she asks, instead, a little uneasy at the idea of being the only thing standing between an innocent life and a tragedy.