Roxy frowned, not realizing that Stiles knew who Major was either. She shook her head, in disbelief. "He was my attacker too," she said, her voice going a bit more quiet. "Did you know him before the attack? I just...I don't think he would have attacked me. I mean, he did, but he had a moment of...I dunno clarity? He recognized me Stiles. He told me to get away, that I couldn't be there. I didn't know it was because he was...changing?" She didn't know what it would be call in that state, but it was like one moment her friend was there, the next someone (or some thing) completely new.
She nodded her head in understanding, the same unspoken thought going through her head. She looked over at him, her expression softening when he said his friends had died as well. "That had to be an experience for everyone," she said. "How are they holding up?" She only knew of Cora and Lydia through Stiles, having talked to them a few times through the network. She wouldn't wish any of these experiences on any of them and hoped they were doing as best they could.
She shook her head at his question, nodding at him. "Just you." Which just seemed like a strange statement to say. "Bloody hell, how do we get over this?" She stood up and started pacing. "I mean, I understand this was a traumatic experience, but how much longer do I have to doubt myself and this damn place?" She shook her head, frustrated at herself and frustrated that she couldn't get any answers to what was going on here.