"Nobody knocks when they sneak in through your windows, and leave themselves inside. No locks, and the panes break as fast as you fix them." Eyelids came down, and she pressed her fingers against them to blot up the colours. They weren't making anything useful, just faces and feelings that got in the way of what she was looking for.
What she wasn't looking for was the man with the crowded head sitting nearby. She was scared of what she would see, and that fear spasmed across her face for a moment before hastily seizing upon the question.
"Her." River stretched an arm up, finger pointing a path towards the dead girl with the protien bar hand on the ground. "They took her hemoglobin, and all the other parts. She smelled like oranges, but she won't by morning." She sat up, and shook some ashes from her hair. "I got her on me. That can't be sanitary."