She jerked back further into the closet as if she'd been burned, eyes wide in shock. Of all the people who could've found her here- but her surprise turned to anger when she registered that he had spoken her brother's name. Making light of their tragedies. She scowled at him and clenched her hands into fists, fighting back the burn of energy creeping into her fingertips. "You know us," she practically spat. It wasn't a question. Of course he knew of them, stupid to think otherwise. Why wouldn't he know the people who wanted him dead.