She took a shaky breath and then shifted her body so her head rested near his own, so they could look into each other's faces as they spoke. Or, more specifically, while he spoke and she thought. Her tongue slid over her lips, wetting them, and she made a quiet sound of unsettling, a whimper, allowing a slow feeling of dread to creep over the pair of them.
No one knows how or why, but... he killed a handler. That's how he got here. That's all I know, is that he ended up in a handler's house and killed them, and.. I heard it wasn't quick or painless, either. It was... I heard that it was really bad.
Vanessa swallowed against the lump in her throat. She thought about telling him of her suspicion that the man had been following her - stalking her at times - but she realized how ridiculous it sounded and decided against it. It was probably just her mind playing tricks on her anyway.
So yeah. The more distance between me and that guy? The better.