"A double life?" Audrey scoffed, detangling the strap of her bag. "What, like he sold ice cream by day and ..." she trailed off, swallowing the end of her sentence. It didn't seem right to joke about people being killed when people were actually being killed, but at the same time, what was there to do but joke? "... did other stuff by night?" She finished, lamely, studying the buckle of her bag intently.