With one legging-wrapped leg tucked under her and her coffee cradled in both hands, she listened to him with gently furrowed brows. She nodded about the TV shows, though her context was slightly skewed than most of the others. It was part of the reason why she'd shot the TV, because of much of the town were brought here from this television universe, couldn't the nasty things they left behind also?
When he clarified what happened and the circumstances that lead to his friend's death, Gretel leaned forward and set her mug down, and placed a hand on Sam's back.
"From what I understand of how it works... these 'shows' are stories, right? What happens there is not what happens here?"