At the words 'serial killer' a shot of fear, dread and anger shot through her system. It was so strong that it even made it through the high. "What? Who? Who the fuck is a serial killer? I--" she broke off, feeling the intense need to arm herself. And barricade her door. And flee or hunt the person down and kill them first.
She couldn't deal with another fucking serial killer. She sat up straight and unconsciously covered her chest wound in a defensive gesture. Her eyes cast about for a stray weapon, and she jumped down from the bunk, about to straight out run the second she got the name. Her heart was painfully thudding in her chest and she legitimately worried about a heart attack. She just came back to life her heart was still fragile.