Hope nodded her head and moved over to the small fridge in her room to grab a bottle of water, getting a diet 7-up for herself. She walked over to the small sitting area and had a seat, sliding the bottle over to him once she was comfortably in her chair. "I appreciate that." The question caught her off guard though, and an eyebrow arched thinly over a dark brown eye. "Uhm.. safe enough?" She said, though she didn't sound entirely certain. "I've been having nightmares." She admitted as she took the lid off of her drink and had a sip of it.
Setting the drink down on the table, she folded her hands in front of her. "I just want to put out there in advance that.. some of what I'm going to say that I remember now might sound a bit.." She paused. "Crazy." She was almost certain he would laugh at her. "And clearly some of it may be a part of the nightmares more than a part of reality but.. Either way, I feel that it's all worth mentioning." With that said, she cleared her throat and prepared to make a further statement as to what she had witnessed.
"I don't think it was a glove. I believe it was his hand. How that's possible, I'm not really sure, but that's what I think." She eyed him for a moment before she continued. "And his departure, it was so quick. Too quick. And I remember that I could still hear him laughing and it sounded like he was right there, just in the shadows, but I didn't see him any longer at that point." That part wasn't all that crazy really, not like the first. "And now the only part that doesn't make me sound like a loon.." She laughed softly. "He took something from her jacket. A piece of paper or something. At least that's what it looked like."