[she can't deny that he's got a point. hell, she can't trust him, but neither can he trust her. and yet, like he says, they still have to work together. how fucked up is that?

when he brings up her earlier offhanded comment, she bristles a little. she didn't think too much about it when she'd said it. she's not exactly regretting it, but... hrm.]

There was a serial killer loose in my hometown. The victims' bodies were publicly displayed around town; it was kinda hard not to see them before the police could take 'em down.

[she can say that much safely.]