"My aunt died." Nicole flattened her lips into a thin, pale line. "She wasn't the nicest person, but she was the only family I had left. And someone has to untangle her affairs. She couldn't write a will like a normal person, but the house and her investments are tied up in so much red tape, I can neither donate nor sell them... Not that I mind a good puzzle, it's just - a lot of dealing with lawyers."
She met Jane's curiously knowing - and slightly creepy - eyes. "Have you been recognizing a lot of people since you've been back?" It was as nice a way of asking if Jane was making the rounds deliberately as any Nicole could think of. She hadn't come to Point Pleasant aiming to hide herself, but it was difficult not to think that her fellow Institute patients were being deliberate when they stepped into her orbit. Paranoia was a trait she assumed they all shared. She didn't bother couching it in curiosity; Jane would understand.