"It's almost like you're under a happy spell," she deadpanned without missing a beat. It was perfectly understandable that Hunter would feel anything but festive, and she didn't blame him for not wanting anything to do with the party. It sucked to see him this way, obviously messed up, and she couldn't help but wonder how anyone deeply affected by the deaths and possessions were going to cope when the magic keeping them distracted lifted. Marlow could see Hunter's hesitation, and she nearly started to take the hint and back off to her own trailer when he invited her into his. She opened her mouth to say something, closed it, then mildly grimaced.
"There's another really bad joke here," she said, gesturing between them. It was way too soon to ask your friend if they were going to murder you. She shook her head, offering him a small, wry smile. "Look what you started."