"Yeah. It's not my favorite place," Mimi remarked with a faint smile as she sloshed alongside, hoping to soften what she had to say next. To buy herself a couple more moments to gather her wits.
It wasn't too late to just leave it at that, but it didn't seem right. Cowardly. She stopped them short at the entrance to the shelter, a brief touch to the woman's shoulder before thinking better of it and pulling away. Studying Rogue in the faint glow, Mimi finally sighed and glanced away. "It was me. That killed him."