"Half-hungry," she explains, dropping her gaze. "My parents..."

Well. Any one of these bodies littering the floor could have been them. Except not really. Hers would be in England, and chances are nothing remains of either of them anymore.

She wipes at her face again, self-consciously. She must look like a mess. "I can control it. And I still have a mind." Both truths just sound like feeble excuses considering what she's done - what Nick watched her do.

"I'll leave you alone," she concludes, stepping over the bodies as she backs away from him.