[ He's back in one of the far corners, still and silent as he watches her movements. He's equally unaffected by the blood - this seeped into his mind a long time ago, and it's always been here in the recesses of his subconscious, even when he didn't realize it. But right now, this is his fixation. This dark, enclosed space, the blood.
He finally moves, his own steps audibly moving through the substance coating the floor. He speaks impassively as he walks. ]