After listening to Bran reply to Brian, Lotte realized that they hadn't been calling her crazy. She winced, hands clenching in her lap. Overreacting wasn't good - that was Christine's thing, though she protested that. Neither thought it very fair. She didn't speak up about it though, the pain in her head suddenly attacking again as she winced.
She hadn't opened her eyes when Bran looked at her and spoke up either, which at least made that news slightly more bearable. Christine immediately panicked, her fear rushing into Lotte's dread. Her hands went over her ears, as she winced as Christine began to plead with Lotte to not do anything that could get them angry, no matter what she felt, because then they'd be trapped and she couldn't have that after maybe thinking she could get out, even if she promised and-
Lotte looked up, trying to shut out the run-on thoughts. "How can I believe that?" She tried to meet his eyes, but ended up only shaking more. "Are you just making that up to make me feel less crazy? They don't hear anything-" She looked to Lucas and then Brian, asking more hesitantly, "Do you? Tell the truth, please? He's a liar and will say anything." Christine moaned in the back of her mind, but Lotte wouldn't stop.
"Everyone in Bellum has a story. Bran and I have characters from The Phantom of the Opera. We resemble them, some more than others." She didn't even look at Bran at that, looking to Brian instead. There wasn't much hope for someone who simply wanted an out. You had to move out of the building for that. "I'm hearing her in my mind, right now. And it's different from hearing voices. She's not using words and she's actually talking to me." She shook her head, eyes falling to her lap, as she said half-to-herself. "That should have been a tip-off. Stupid."