"Did you recognize your attacker?" She raised an eyebrow, wondering what had happened to Major. He obviously wasn't caught then after their own altercation. "What did he look like?" It felt almost cruel to ask Stiles to recount it for her and she winced, wondering if she really thought about it if she could remember her attack as well. But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to stay in the dark about it.
She looked over at him, wanting to give him some sense of hope or comfort, but how could you do that when you were asking and feeling the same things?
"At least we're alive now," she said, the best attempt to look at the positive. "And that we have each other, yeah?" It was probably one light in the darkness that was helping her. There was someone close to her that had gone through the same thing. Her other friends had been comforting, helpful. But they didn't really understand. Or they would start to ask questions themselves, questions she couldn't answer.
"Are the rest of your friends alright? Did they...go through this?"