Reid's teeth grazed his chapped, torn lip, biting down on it a little, and he shifted his stance awkwardly. His hands twisted and writhed together as he stared down at them to avoid her eyes.
"I, uh... they were... there-there was that blade, and uh, they, they didn't exactly show us everything, they-they cut the feed before anything happened, but uh..." Reid cleared his throat.
"The, uh, the blade? It was almost as if they were going to... cut into his head." He looked up warily, as if testing her reaction.